My God, I was right. 

First warm day. 

First “blast the music, open the sunroof, let the wind whip through your hair” day. I feel like I’ve won something. It’s blue skies all around. I think I believe in angels again. 

When the kids get home from school, they’ll be outside until dusk. I’ll make dinner to the sound of a basketball bouncing in the driveway harmonized with the strained, defensive chatter of my girls. We’re beginning to stretch and move again. We’re finally arriving on the other side. We’ve made it.