It's not a big birthday year (5, 8, 12, and 16 are her big party years) but I wanted to make sure she still felt celebrated. Rebekah mentioned she wanted to have cupcakes with a few girls from the ward so I picked a day they could be outside, called their mom's and made it happen.
Adelaide lives just down the street from the Callie so I dropped Rebekah off at Adelaide's and let them walk down the street like big girls.
It was part of her birthday wish - testing her independence I guess.
Before I dropped off Rebekah I gave her the "social distance" speech and asked her to do her best. After they crossed the street I drove by Callie's house (it was on the way home), caught her mom outside, and gave her the same speech per Don's request. An hour later she sent me this picture. Somehow 6 feet doesn't look quite so big in pictures....
I came back for her a couple hours later. She said she had so much fun.
Then Saturday I get a text from Callie's mom: her husband just got back from Michigan and was feeling poorly so he went in for a Covid test. The next day I check up on her and she says he is feeling fine so probably false alarm. Wednesday morning I get the dreaded "he is still feeling fine but he tested positive" text. Since Friday we had been to a bike store and visited mom. Ugh. So now we're quarantined, waiting, and watching. We feel happy that the girls were outside and that it was only for a few hours. And Callie's dad is still feeling fine so there's that. Maybe all will be well. But MAN! I'm so ready for this virus to be done. My girl needs to play. I need her to play. Life needs to get somewhat back to normal. And yet just yesterday there were over 6,500 new cases. Deep breaths. It's gonna be a long ride.
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