Our family
I forgot I had this blog. Amazing how life gets moving and things have a way of falling off the radar. B. is 7. 7 years old. She is a blessing and I am grateful to be her mommy. These past few years have had their ups and downs but every day I wake up and think how lucky I am (after I curse about waking up so early and how my back aches). This pandemic has thrown our lives into turmoil but we have been lucky. T. and I have our jobs. B. lived with my parents for 2.5 months during the beginning of all this craziness. With my increased risk from working at the hospital we felt it best, even though it was difficult, to have her stay with my parents. We could best limit her and their risk that way. We would talk on the phone daily and see each other for a socially distant visit weekly. It was painful when one of us, and sometimes even B., had to remind the other person of the 6 ft rule. Our Easter egg hunt consisted of B. lobbing some plastic eggs my way so we would all have similar amoun