Laughter spilled upward from the basement. Like the scent of fresh cut flowers, it rose softly, filling the kitchen where I now stood. “They seem happy,” I said, looking over at my wife. “Don’t they?”
The sun had now worked its way across and now downward, gently marking the end of another day of shelter-in-place. Today had held its fair share of challenges – tears shed over online math tests, tempers tested as three young children competed for the attention of two working adults. These days can feel hard, I thought to myself.
I shook the water from my hands into the sink, now devoid of dirty dishes, and reached for my glass of white wine. The laughing emanating from below had now turned to singing. Imaginations had been turned up to high, I could tell, as the voices of three young sisters swirled and blended below.
I’m not sure how many days have now passed since COVID-19 has forced us, and all families, to spend literally every waking and sleeping hour together. Maybe three weeks, perhaps? But the precious music floating up the stairs and into the kitchen, and the wine in my hand, reminded me of all we have to be grateful for. Yes, social gatherings have come to a halt. No, we have not enjoyed time with friends or family in person for awhile. But stories of cruelty on the school bus and teasing in classrooms have also halted. And as spring has arrived, imaginary play between sisters is in full bloom.
I watched as my wife took a sip of her wine. “Yes,” she said, “they do seem happy.”