We went to the Catfish Festival on Saturday. As I pushed little sisterâs stroller, with Mama and the Boy walking behind us, I looked around and laughed to myself. Maybe it wasnât so much a laugh as it was a sigh. This time last year I wouldnât have been caught dead there. All those people. There wouldnât have been enough hand sanitizer or face masks in the world.
We saw some family we hadnât seen in a while. My cousin was showing his vintage car in the car show. There were hugs. Did I even hug anyone outside my household past March of last year? I did, but it made me uneasy. On Saturday, it gave me a warm feeling.