The Rain

The last two days have been beautiful - enough that I got a little sun on my face when cleaning out the beds. I'm so grateful for that.

But today it's raining. Blah. Rain. More reasons to stay inside.

Fear still swirls on the internet - I try to avoid reading the hyperbole and conjecture. It's nothing but frustrating. But I would like to get out and go to a garage sale - or to the grocery store - or the home improvement store to buy some supplies.

Everything seems off-limits right now - and rightfully so. I see the maps the CDC puts out on where the virus is - and I see how well Michigan is doing to stay at home. We do our part.

For our neighbor.

For the neighbors we don't know.

For strangers.

And I reflect back on a post recently about how my children will remember this time. Will they remember the stress (because even though they say they are fine - their anxiety is still present and their fears are still real) - will they remember struggle? My hope is that the remember lots of movie nights and playing games and reading books in hammocks and finding new ways to play Battleship over a computer. I hope they remember that.

April showers bring May flowers - and perhaps some hope as well.