Well, sending love letters to my loved ones is still a project underway.
Given these unsettling times, I told everyone over a Chipotle dinner that I loved them.
That my children are the best things to happen to me.
And honest to God, they are.
Followed closely by the blessing of my parents.
Being adopted by them was a streak of good luck.
Of course, everyone snickered, and my eldest asked if I was feeling okay.
No, I’m not OKAY.
Nervous about the future.
Suddenly I am thankful for the most mundane of things: a deep breath of air, a slice of chocolate cake, a sunrise. . .
My birthfamily too.
So if you were to ask me how “shelter-in-place” is going, I’d have to tell you I’m in THE BEST company.
If they’re not here with me, they’re close to me, carried in my heart.
And it feels good to remember how special they are to me.