Every once in a while, when I’m scrolling through pictures on my phone, I recall the early days of the pandemic. In the spring of 2020, my children were one and three, just babies. To see those pictures is to ache for the years that I lost, and the years that they lost, the years when we were waiting for the world to stand up from kneeling. For a while, we were all together as a family, hanging on together.
For a while, I was just getting by. I was just cooking dinner.
