Olive Garden

This was a post I wrote on Facebook. I'm trying to document and be real about what is happening. I realize this is a time that our great grandchildren will talk about, and this is how I'm feeling today:

OK, friends--here's a real post.

It's all just so heavy. I'm about to crack and just break down and cry and cry.

We are at Olive Garden waiting in our car for our "car to go" order with about 30 other cars.

I hate this. I know I'm smiling in the picture, but I hate that we are sitting in a car not interacting/afraid to interact with others.

The reality of the hardness of what is happening hurts.

How long will this last? That's the hardest part--we have no idea.

We will be OK. We are, in reality, faring well considering. Overall, we are bored but fine.

But this is hard.

I'm sending 6 foot distance hugs to all of you. I can't wait until we can meet face to face again!