I have always loved bridge pictures. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they are kind of an invitation to cross over to something new, or saying, “Come on over! We have hope over here!”
There is a lot of talk about the new normal. I don’t care if it’s new or old, I just want to walk over the bridge to something like normal.
We actually went out to dinner last week and sat in a restaurant with friends. It felt wonderful.
I will say, I have more appreciation for the little things, like a haircut or eating out. I had to drive north to pick up the hubs and as I was driving through the beautiful, empty countryside, with spring poking its head out, I thought, “I remember doing this.”
It felt normal, but also weird and like it had been years, not a couple of months.
I am so grateful for each tiny bit of normal and hope it comes for you all, too.
Perilously yours,
Pauline
