Logically, I know that spring will come, as will the vaccines. I have many fantasies about what life will be like in June, July, and August—the traveling, the celebrating, the BBQs. I can’t wait to do all of those things. I’m going to thrust my daughter into the arms of every person who hasn’t been able to meet her. But what I’m really looking forward to is life just being easy again. “Want to come over for dinner?” I’ll text a friend. And she’ll reply, “Sure, what can I bring?”
We’ve lost so much this year (some of us much more than others), and we still have so much collective grieving to do. But when all of this is over, let’s agree to never have a February this cold, dark, and lonely ever again. I don’t know if our hearts could handle it.