One of the small joys of 2020 (yes, there were some!) has been my husband and I being home together more than usual. School shut down for me on March 11 and he had been home full-time since October 2019 working on a book. All of a sudden, we were together 24/7.
Around 9:30 or so each morning, during one of my ZOOM breaks and when he needed a break from writing, we’d start getting a little hungry. I’d say, “Who wants toast?” We’d laugh at this because a.) it’s just the two of us and b.) the answer was always yes! We loved this daily ritual and, to be honest, were sad when summer came and our daily routine changed a bit. Toast at 9:30 ceased. Then, in September, I returned to school and he took a job at the Middle School in the same district. We commute together, but sadly, no toast is prepared.
So today, the day after a terrible storm here in Massachusetts, and a fully remote day called due to the power being out in our respective school buildings, guess what happened at 9:30? TOAST! While the bread was in the toaster, and I was gathering together butter and a knife, my husband said, “I missed toast every day.” Me, too.
Many thanks to Irene for hosting this most joyous of roundups, and for all of Nikki’s words that have taken wing and flown into our hearts. Be well, friends!
