How is this dichotomy possible? How can time fly and seem to take forever all at once?
I'm trying to reconcile the fact that DQ is still wearing the same exact clothes she wore last summer, still comfortably in the shoes we bought for last July, and still weighs the same (pretty much), with the fact that since last summer, I have been three totally different people. Before our trip, I was frantic, clinging to the hope that Stanford held our miracle. After that trip, I had learn to cope with the real possibility that surgery wouldn't work and DQ wouldn't be here with us. Then, after surgery, I had to learn how to let hope back in, how to accept the good, the wonderful, amazing gift we had in DQ and her marked improvement. To me, it feels like all of that growth and change took years and years.
|Same outfit, same kid,but the pictures were taken almost one year apart.|
Obviously, not much time has passed, but it feels like an eternity to me
when I think about how much has changed with regard to DQ.