The Day

Today is the day. The day. It’s the time too. 3:30 pm. 

Today, my youngest children, twins J&R, are 6 years 2 months 2 weeks 3 days old. 

When I woke up on the day I turned 6 years 2 months 2 weeks 3 days old, I had two parents. By dinner, I had one. 

I made it to now, this date and time I’ve had marked since J&R were born. By luck and health and caution and grace, we all made it to now. For many, it seems, every day of the pandemic is the same. My husband is helping the boys with our after-school routine: wash faces, scrub hands, brush teeth, change clothes. I am piling their coats, gloves, and masks for the laundry. In a few minutes, I will give them teddy grahams and apples. 

Every day is the same.

We are intact.