For the second year in a row, my son and I hit the road in the Wobble Before You Gobble.
This year, however, it was virtual and we had to hit the hills around our neighborhood. It was cold and a tough slog but we both made it and it was enjoyable. My wife even presented my son with his finisher’s medal playing the Olympic Theme song as she hung it around his neck.
It is now one of my fondest memories of this holiday. And that’s as it should be, yes? We made the best of it and I think that’s what we all want to be able to say years from now when the grandkids are doing the school reports on the pandemic and asking us what it was like. I want to be truthful with them, that it was lonely at times. It was stressful, it was divisive, but in the end, in the closing days of the pandemic, we found the best in ourselves and did the little things to make others feel loved and proud. Like my wife did for my son this thanksgiving.
Hang in there people.
There are still miles to go, but we can get there.