Return

Next week all three boys will walk back into their school hallways.

Covid gave us a turn but, in the end, it could have been worse. The youngest never showed symptoms and my husband continues his slow recovery. The rest of us somehow avoided the virus. Even though it stalked the very corners of our home it decided not to touch us. I don’t know. Ask me if you’d like but all I can think is this virus is random.

Next week won’t be “normal”. I don’t even know what normal is. But it will be a bit more regular. My husband will work. I will clean, run errands, write, and prepare snacks and food for the family. There will be a return of some sort.

I will also take a moment to breathe. Maybe snag a nap or read a good book. There will always be a “next” and it wouldn’t hurt to be ready.