November 19, 2020
I am exceedingly grateful for my family, and I feel more love around me now than I ever have in my life before. Recently, we have been focusing on paying more attention to each other. And that’s been pretty nice.
My husband’s “pass days” (weekend) are in the middle of the week. It can be weird but it also can be really nice. Life is usually quieter when we go out in it, as opposed to the clustering of people on actual weekends.
Recently, one of his “weekends” was filled with doctor appointments and running errands — both days! And it was nuts. Not to mention, we are getting ready for Thanksgiving and all the natural chaos that comes with planning a full menu, execution and logistics of pandemic rules.
One of the things we have missed most during the pandemic has been going out for the weekly shopping as a family. It was always so much fun to watch our baby interact with other shoppers. Watching her little face light up as strangers went out of their way to say hello to her, was absolutely priceless. Now, she barely makes it into a store at all. And if she gets to go, people avoid us — like they were avoiding getting, or giving, the plague. Terrible euphemism, but so unfortunately appropriate.
This week, we all — cautiously — went to do the shopping. The stores were busier than usual, and for a handful of minutes I allowed myself to forget.
That my mask existed…
That everyone else was just as worried about encroaching personal space, as being encroached…
That this may just be “normal” now, forever….
There is plenty to worry about, but so much more to be thankful for.