I'm having a very hard time not wishing time away.
Our Family (minus Dad, who's holding the camera) six weeks before classes started.
Five years ago, we made the decision for my husband to go to college. He had done some work at a technical college, but had no credits from an actual university. To start at the very beginning and end with a Doctor of Pharmacy will take a total of six and a half years.
Here, at the last week of the semester, four and a half years into this gig, I find myself looking back.
The First, then and now.
The Second, then and now.
The Third, then and now.
The Fourth, then and now.
The Fifth, then and now.
We made the decision to put ourselves into self-imposed poverty to do this thing and our time here has felt temporary from the beginning.
But six years is not temporary in the life of a child; it is a good portion (if not all) of their total existence. I have made a concerted effort to make sure the family feels grounded, but I know that this is not forever. I try not to wish the time away, knowing we will always look back on our college days with a great deal of fondness, but I am ready to be done with this!
I think I need to go write in my gratitude journal now.