This year, life slowed down. Mike began working at home and I enjoyed having him around. (His commute to and from the office can't be beat). The boys became close over the summer, and even closer in college, since their social circle was limited. And while I nursed my summer injuries, I busied myself with small projects I may not have found time for pre-pandemic. (I also read. A lot. Ninety-seven books, according to Kindle.)
The past year was an emotional roller coaster for all of us, everywhere, as the somber reality of a deadly virus ravaged around us. And while I'm able to find some positive aspects out of this past year, I know that others have not been as fortunate. I count our blessings. We've been healthy.
I am hopeful for the new year, 2021. When this pandemic is finally behind us, may we never take for granted time spent with family and friends, laughter and long hugs, again.
Happy New Year.
