Today is my sisters birthday and for the first time since the move I really felt the distance. Baby boy has a runny nose, a lil cough and is sneezing like crazy. Unless he gets a Covid test, he has to isolate for 10 days before returning to daycare.
Needless to say, we didn’t walk over and celebrate with her and the rest of the family and I’m feeling it. I feel the distance. No one shared a pic or sent a message. Earlier in the day, after numerous failed attempts to face time, baby boy and I called the house line. I knew my granny would answer, so we chatted for a bit, but the entire time I could hear the others in the kitchen happily, busily preparing food for the mini, socially distanced celebration in the backyard. I’m usually good with distance, especially if it’s only a 3 minute drive away, but I felt it this time.
Despite the distance I’m feeling, on this 19th last day of 2020 I’m grateful for my family. My babysitter’s, my drivers, my editors, my rescuers, my therapists, my comedians, my personal trainers, my (former) personal chefs, my ‘think tanks’, my company when I don’t want to be alone, my everything.
Thank y’all…love y’all…