Margot is a little scrupulous about her prayers. Every time it’s her turn to pray, she repeats the same litany. Sometimes she adds other things, sometimes it’s just her standard prayer, but it’s rare that she does not say the following:
“I’m thankful for all the doctors, nurses, and scientists who have been working on the coronavirus and other sicknesses and diseases. Please bless all the people who are sick that they can feel better and maybe be better.”
Sometimes it’s a little annoying to sit through the same rote prayer every time. (It’s longer than that, even without any additions for that particular day. Bless her for being thorough, but sometimes we just want to eat dinner, you know?) Today, though, I feel it keenly.
Today, my kids are home quarantining because one of them was exposed to covid at school. That’s the risk of being around people these days.
Today, a few of my friends are recovering from or hoping soon to get over a bout with covid.
Today, I scheduled appointments for my oldest three to get their covid vaccine. Because it’s finally available to children their age.
It has been a long pandemic. I know it’s not over yet, and right now it feels closer than it ever has. But it also feels like there’s an end in sight. Maybe.
I’m thankful for hope.
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