Quarantine Blessing

Today was the first time in years my husband was home for a weeknight dinner. His evening appointments have slowed. He was worried, but a break from his schedule feels like a gift we are going to hold gently.

He sat across from me and between Diana and Luke, and when Sofia set down in front of him a bowl of her red lentil and farro salad with roasted carrots and arugula, he said in his deep voice, “This is beautiful.” I know he meant it, even though he loves meat.

Spring Break

Sofia, 18, is knitting an Irish Moss stitch blanket
with warm cream skeins of chunky yarn
and doing virtual tours of colleges

Virginia, 16, is sketching portraits of
beautiful women, singers, and icons
on cut squares of watercolor paper
to decorate her room

Mark, 11, says, “I think we need to take a break
from video games,” even though it’s the thing
he most looks forward to

Luke, 9, racks up points for burping, farting,
being mean to his little sister, and saying potty words,
and then enjoys the jobs he gets as a consequence

Diana, 6, loses her first tooth
and gets her first computer account
in the same week