March 8th. sunny, spring is in the air for now. Kids are out on wheeled things "spring break" is two days off later this week Kids and I really wish we were going somewhere. Anywhere really. Any. Where. Before that, March 8th - 2020 we drove to Georgia mountains and hikes and family time and laughter and fireplaces and wine. Our last pre-pandemic normalcy. We knew something was happening - but not really. We clorox-wiped the vacation house, we didn't go to crowded places… but it felt normal. happy. We even brought the dog! Our Georgia trip felt like family in a cabin, but not a cabin-fevered family. Before that, March 8th was Finnegan Foxy Feinberg's birthday. Always during spring break, He’s always at the "Pet Resort" for his birthday. Our spring breaks were never fancy, but they were breaks. Before that, March 8th marked the anniversary of my father-in-law's death. A day to remember him, gone now for over 20 years. A character we wish he had seen our wedding, We wish he had met his grandchildren. Every March 8th I will remember him and feel lucky that I got to know him. Before that, March 8th was just a normal day. I'm sure spring was in the air sometimes, other times there were blizzards. I'm sure life looked normal - headed on a vector I didn't notice just living life. Now I wonder. What will March 8th look like next year? March 8th 2022 March 8th 2023 March 8th March 8th What will the March 8ths of the future have in store for us?