A Different Kind of COVID

This week, my daughter finally got her license, a month and a week after the intended date circled on my calendar. I took her birthday off months in advance, but when April 6 rolled around, all the government offices were closed. School was closed, the sleepover was weeks beyond cancelled. Life felt cancelled. We spent the day instead celebrating her existence any way I could think to do.

As Missouri and the world cautiously peeps out from behind closed drapes, I'm vacillating wildly inside....