Feeling super good. I can walk, touch my toes, stay on my feet all day. Today I rode my bike to the park. And the wind was in my ears! Sun on my cheeks! Happiness!
We are pretty much back to the normal routine. Which doesn't feel that normal. I am not saying it's a bad thing. I am just saying. Still the same alarm. The same breakfast. Same carpool. Same shirts in the washer, out the dryer. Same legos on the floor. Same homework. Same practice. Same bedtime routines.
Different...Atmosphere? Background music? Perspective?
Same characters. Same setting. It's the plot that changed I guess.
Different prayers for sure. Tonight my 5 year old prayed, "Bless everyone that has cancer or anything like that." Pause. "And help us so we don't, like, die."