It’s been a weird summer, which is quite the understatement. No camps, no vacations, no kids running in and out of the house. Instead, there’s been a quiet monotony to our days that has been, if I’m completely honest, fine. Not great but not horrible, either.
What it has meant is that each slight easing of restrictions is met with unmitigated joy, whether that’s getting to ever-so-slightly expand our social circle, or today’s reopening of playgrounds.
The thought of getting to slide and swing for the first time this year was so exciting that Leah had trouble falling asleep last night. Truly, I feel like the last few months have encouraged (or more likely, forced) us to find contentment in whatever the circumstances, so even small outings now seem over-the-top amazing.
Much to her delight, Leah found the playground completely empty this morning, so she had full run of all the structures to pretend she was running a Ninja Warrior course (without worrying she would be in anyone’s way).
As for me, I enjoyed getting to reclaim my favourite shady spot on the bench, sipping iced coffee and knitting a few rounds on a new pair of socks.
With outings like this, for a little while at least, I feel like I can almost pretend things are back to normal. Almost.