Yes I'm still alive

So I know I've just barely been posting on here... and well that's not my intention.  But every time I sit down to write what I'm thinking about I end up writing and editing and writing and editing until I decide it's not worth it.  So here's a short version of the inside of my head and also what we have been up to:

The catching up part:

• William keeps getting random days off.  This is mostly due to slightly (ha!) disorganized military training. A whole lot of "hurry up and wait", if you will.  
• The above statement means that Levi and I are on constant "William watch" just waiting for the word he is on his way to meet us.  I keep dropping what Levi and I are doing so that we can see him.  It drives me half way nuts... because I'm a control freak.  But obviously it always ends in the wonderful time we have together. 
• Levi is a busy guy.  I can't believe how big he is getting.  William and I have so much fun with him.  He's very laid back which definitely helps since we are always on the go.
• William is leaving August 3rd for Mississippi.  I know that our times of short notice trips to see each other are numbered.  Next week William will be in Brownwood so I know we won't see him for a while.  
• Levi has been going to "Summer Play Days" at our church.  It's twice a week for 6 hours.  I think he has enjoyed it.  We had a minor "whoops" moment when I found out they sort of forgot to feed him Monday afternoon.  It had been almost 5 hours since he had eaten and when I walked in he was screaming bloody murder.  I took a deep breath (I knew he was starving from the cry and the full bottle) and just excused myself to the hallway to feed him.  They apologized a lot. I was very proud of myself for not flipping out on them.  It paid off the next day when I got a call from the director saying that her staff "reported" themselves to her and they totally restructured Levi's class for the remainder of the summer. Phew!

Inside my brain:

• When you are sad for us... it makes it harder for us to be happy. (Just a thought for everyone out there).
• Lump in my throat is still there.
• I'm not scared of him leaving and I'm not afraid of something happening to him physically.  I'm terrified of what he'll be like when he comes home.  I'm not naive and I know people change over there... I'm scared he'll never be the same. 
• I can't wait for our mini vacation.