Farewell to 2020, and the saddest calendar of my life. Every month we dutifully turned the page, and read about all the events that wouldn’t happen. Never trust an armadillo promising a surprise.
We buzzed June and Silas’ houses on Sunday for car-bound visits. The girls did better than the boys. While Bryan and I chatted with June’s parents, the kids figured out how to play distanced hide and seek. We discovered this was their game when Annie launched herself into the front seat to hide in the footwell.