My husband is my hero during all of this mess. While we are stuck at home whining about all the things that we are missing. He goes to work each day. He goes to the grocery and makes sure we have everything we need so we do not have to risk being out in public and bringing the virus home to my 74 year old mother that lives with us. He worries about us all and wants to keep us safe while doing the things that have to be done.
Now for me as a public school teacher, I miss my kids. I worry about them daily. It breaks my heart that it ended this way. I wasn't done loving them yet. Our time was cut short and it just feels wrong.
I wrote this because I want everyone to see that in this storm we all have a different story. It doesn't matter your age, your job, or the size of your boat. Life is most definitely messy but there is still beauty.