Rewriting the last three years -- Do you remember life in December of 2019? This time three years ago. We hear rumblings of a virus in other parts of the world but it feels like a headline that can be ignored. Life continues on. Yesterday I went through my photos and videos from the past three years of our lives as I prepare a highlight reel for my daughter’s upcoming 11th birthday. I arrive at the December 2019 photos and feel the growing sense of dread.
As someone who has had a front row seat to your journey, it warms my heart for you to say that "love" was there all along. There was such depth and clarity in this piece. We all lived the pandemic differently. Some folks will struggle to see the hope and resiliency that you speak of. Articles will be written for years about what we did and didn't learn. But I want to believe and live in a way that agrees with the reality that "love" is with us all the time.
Yes and yes. Sometimes I forget that we really did all experience the last three years differently. For some, I imagine the extra time at home as been a deep gift. At times, it felt that way for me. I think of those who lost loved ones to Covid and I can imagine how they view this season will be so unique to that experience. Whatever it is for each of us, I hope we'll keep making space to process it and touch into the love that's been there the whole time.
As someone who has had a front row seat to your journey, it warms my heart for you to say that "love" was there all along. There was such depth and clarity in this piece. We all lived the pandemic differently. Some folks will struggle to see the hope and resiliency that you speak of. Articles will be written for years about what we did and didn't learn. But I want to believe and live in a way that agrees with the reality that "love" is with us all the time.
Yes and yes. Sometimes I forget that we really did all experience the last three years differently. For some, I imagine the extra time at home as been a deep gift. At times, it felt that way for me. I think of those who lost loved ones to Covid and I can imagine how they view this season will be so unique to that experience. Whatever it is for each of us, I hope we'll keep making space to process it and touch into the love that's been there the whole time.