I love the passing of time

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Fire Truck!

Look, out the window! A fire truck! I’ve seen drawings of fire trucks in my picture books, of course, but how could I have ever known how pale and insignificant those crude representations were in comparison to the real thing! Fire truck! Oh, great God in heaven, fire truck! This has got to be the most moving of mankind’s creations, and perhaps of nature’s, as well.

This whirlwind of sensory input is almost more than my tiny mind can process! Mere words cannot begin to convey what I am feeling! This incredible, life-changing, soul-shattering wonder is… Why, it is beyond description!

Run! Run to the window as fast as your giant legs can carry you! Whatever you are doing right now, place it aside for a moment—it can’t possibly be as important as the opportunity to see a fire truck with your own eyes.

This is quite possibly the greatest experience of my life thus far.

How do I even begin to describe its magnificence? First off, it is big—bigger than anything I could ever imagine! Secondly, it’s painted an incredible, alarming, eye-catching red! Thirdly, it makes the most attention-grabbing sounds: whistles, bangs, gearshifts, bells. And that siren! Of all the noises, the siren is surely the best! I wonder if, somehow—but no, surely not—unless… Well, could I? Could I possibly? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… No, that’s not right: It’s high-pitched enough, but missing some crucial… OOOOOOOOOO… No, again, it’s got the booming quality, but lacks the screechingly irritating aspect of the higher register. Wait! What if I combine the two, in an alternating series of high- and low-frequency modulations, and belt it out at the top of my lungs? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOO,EEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOO! That’s it! That’s the same noise that the fire truck is making! EEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOO, EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! EEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOO, EEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! Oh, God. I could make this noise all day! I never want to do anything else!

And now—am I really seeing this? It can’t be! Surely there are not colorfully dressed men with powerful bodies, brave expressions, and purposeful toolbelts hanging off the side of the fire truck as it careens around the corner! If this is a dream, let me never wake. Look at their hats! They have the most wonderful hats ever made! I must acquire a child-sized version of such a hat! They are the most large and most yellow hats I have ever seen.

That’s it: My fate in this life is sealed. I must become one of these men. Nothing will ever sway me from this goal.

But what a spectacle it is! You must come and look upon this immediately! This fire truck is blowing my mind. It is as if God Himself has created this piece of machinery just for me! But it will not be here long. It is driving away. It grows quieter and quieter as it recedes from my visual field and…

It is gone. It was only here for one fleeting moment, and you never even saw it. This is the greatest tragedy that has ever occurred. My faith in the universe is shaken to its core by the magnitude of what you have missed. If only you had listened to me. You may never be able to comprehend my experience, for I have seen the fire truck, and I will never think about anything else again as long as I live.

Huh? What is… Why… Afgh! Airplane! Airplane! Mommy! Airplane! Don’t bother with those towels! Don’t you see? Look! There is an actual airplane in the sky!

Well, the vasectomy was last Thursday. The first couple days weren’t too bad, but now he says it hurts a lot I hope it gets better soon. He’s got a follow-up appt on Thursday this week, so maybe the doctor can help him figure out if this pain is normal or not. Even if it’s normal, it sucks.

He’s been through so much to get to this point. First, we had to make the decision to do it. I think we both knew that we needed something more permanent & that we were finished with having kids. But, it’s so much
(exhausting) fun that it was hard to decide that it was over.

Then, Jim had to get over his discomfort about doctors in general. It’s classic, really. When the doctor takes his blood pressure, Jim worries that it’s going to be too high, so that makes it too high. Same thing for any
test that he takes or is asked to take - it’s the worry that makes it all worse.

So, in the weeks & months preceding the appointment, he started eating healthier & going to the gym more often, in the hopes of being healthier before he even goes to the appointment (or, at least, believing he was healthier).

And, the hardest part of all, was quitting smoking. It was pure hell for him. And, I’m sure he didn’t even let me see all of the pain he was going through with that. He absolutely hates losing his patience with the kids & he did it way too often for his own comfort during this last (hopefully forever) time he quit smoking. He said he hopes to remember how awful that withdrawal was, if he ever thinks about starting again, to keep him from doing it. :fingerscrossed:

Then, there was the trip to his doctor to get the referral. Then the trip to the referral doctor for a consult. And, finally, the operation. And, now, he’s got multiple follow-up appointments to dread, along with the pain that he’s dealing with every day, as he has to go to work, take care of the kids & do all of the usual necessary stuff in his life.

He’s a saint. I don’t know how I’ll ever make all of this up to him.