Day 1 is in the books!

I’m not going to pretend it was the best first day ever, but it went better than I had expected. Every kid wore a mask and wore it appropriately. They were patient when technology worked inconsistently. They laughed at my jokes and awed at my pictures of Jonas. That’s all I can really ask for!

When I was telling my story about growing up in a half white/half brown household, it was hard to read the crowd (masks). But a kind soul sought me out afterwards and said how much it meant to her. Her family composition looked similar to mine growing up. “Everything you said I was like, ‘Someone actually understands me…?’ It means so much to me that things turned out for you. It gives me hope.”

{Sidebar: one of the worst things Covid has done is the lack of hugs that can now be given.}

I’m (cautiously) optimistic for this year after today. There’s a lot that’s going to be different. A lot that I’ll miss. But I can tell from today—there are also so many beautiful hearts that I know will touch mine this year.

I’ve missed this.