Fragmented Memories

Big Cheeseburger, Third Birthday Cake

It’s funny how are brain remembers anniversaries in different ways. Some anniversaries are met with somber reflection, others with pure joy and happiness and yet some just fragmented thoughts that are difficult to piece together.

A year ago…we were just 6 short months into our move, spring was on the horizon and Covid-19 still felt quite distance from our little world in the country. We had settled in to our own little version of home school and were celebrating our youngest’s 2nd birthday with an airplane cake. He was still high off our trip to Hawaii, family gathered on a ZOOM call to sing Happy Birthday. And ZOOM still felt like such a novelty.

Today we are doing it again—weary, tired, frustrated and in some ways right back where we were last year. It’s hard to piece the fragments of the emotional ebbs and flows that this year has brought.

This past year has been a year of yes.

Yes to letting go.

Yes to waiting.

Yes to feeling grief.

Yes to just breathing.

Yes to anger.

Yes to play.

Yes to snacks, and more snacks and more snacks.

Yes to long mornings of snuggling. And another pot of tea.

Yes to one more show.

Yes to the darkness.

Yes to light.

Yes to an unconventional path.

Yes to another puzzle.

Yes to mess.

Yes to less.

Yes to today.

I hope our little guy remembers all the “yes’s” that this year brought, all the moments we embraced being just right where we are.

xo

Morgan