Wonder Year: A journey to find enchantment every day
366 Wonder Days Shared in 2020 — Now you can join me!
This photo was taken during my first trip to Trader Joe’s with B. It showed up on my Facebook memories. I looked at the two women in the background and it killed me. Hugging in public. This was 3 years ago. Tonight I’m holding out for hugs again.
Hello! Quarantine Courtney checking in, you cool cats and kittens. Today I broke out my bike. It only took me 2 years and a global pandemic! 17 miles paired with some worship music never felt so good.
Day 95 was yesterday. I missed my post. Today I’ll do two. Yesterday I forgot what day of the week it was. Friday? Thursday? It was Saturday. I haven’t slept a full night’s sleep in a week. With B out of school, our schedule has been….what? Not a schedule. The past two days the temperature hovered around 40. Too cold to play in the driveway or take family walks with Shiloh around the neighborhood. This made me realize I really appreciated when it was beautiful out. 70. No mosquitos yet. Not humid. I could live in 70 forever.
It’s been 21 days since we quarantined for the coronavirus. School has been difficult. Life has been…difficult? But also speckled with small beautiful moments that I want to swallow.
I slept 5 hours last night, up since 4:30 am when B entered our bed. What wonder did I experience yesterday? Being outside by myself is my wonder. Running. My ears almost froze off yesterday and I remember wondering how wild it was — to go from a tank top one day to freezing the next.
My mom also sent Nick and me masks in the mail. It’s now recommended everyone wears a mask. A scary time to be alive. Pray for all of us.
This afternoon, as I finished my second Zoom class of the day, Nick asked, “Isn’t this crazy, you doing this wonder project during all this?” By *all this* I think we all know he means the global pandemic, a serious crisis. The coronavirus.
It is odd. Why this project? Why now? If you look back at why, I sensed a palpating anxiety. But now? It’s like we need daily wonder to just survive. It’s everyone that needs it. We are all grieving an old world, and are unsure of what our future world holds.
This afternoon was a gorgeous evening (the mosquitos aren’t here yet). And I learned two things: Nick is a secret chalk artist. And two, you can fit many balls into a single basketball hoop.
Wonder Year: A journey to find enchantment every day 