It’s been (about) 8 weeks; 1,344 hours; 80,640 minutes.
We have (about) 2 weeks; 336 hours; 20,160 minutes.
I'm already thinking through whether letting you fly the second time will be harder than the first. Somehow, the countdown narrowing has sent me into overdrive about the future...that it means another event; another jolt; another reality. This time further away than the first and for much longer than the 8 weeks already passed. I'm not sure I will be able to hug you long enough, listen to your voice closely enough or see you smile enough to make this next flight any easier, but I am growing to understand that from here on out it will be a series of next times.
So let me shift as I write to you....
The next time I see you, I am going to hug you just a little bit longer and I need you to let me.
The next time I see you, I am going to listen to your voice just a little longer so I need you to talk more.
The next time I see you, I am going to stare at you just a little more intently so I need you to dramatize every expression.
The next time is in (about) 2 weeks; 336 hours; 20,160 minutes.
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