I felt for her. It’s been over a year since I even left the rock we call home. I haven’t traveled, gone shopping or even popped down into the States where our family lives. But I have one thing that gives me hope. A marshmallow.
This post may be short and sweet for my usual mad skills at typing has been greatly reduced due to a hand blender mishap.
I’ve been on a lot of diets. Ones where I cut out sugar. Ones where I have eliminated carbs. Fat-free. Meal replacement. Counting points. But the best diet I have ever been on was when I cut news, online and television, out of my daily intake.
“Can we just leave it open? See what the day brings?” He responded to my inquiry as to what he may want to order for takeout on his birthday. Without actually saying it, I knew what my husband really desired for his special day.
For the first time since moving to Canada, Mike and I will be spending the holiday at home – just the two of us and our cat. Mike, as it was later told to me, looked at the tree and wondered what trinkets or ornaments would mark 2020 – the year everything was put on paused, changed and rerouted.