I just had to take the calendar off the refrigerator. Every time I looked at it the days of my daughter’s senior year seem bolded. She, like the rest of us, is making the best of it. I wonder if having her sisters home for the quarantine will make her senior year more special than she could have ever imagined. I look at the calendar with so much empty space, full of endless possibilities, no deadlines, only spring to look forward to. So far we have celebrated two birthdays, made art, ventured on walks, hikes, and jogs. Shifting back and forth from loss to possibility is our challenge during this time. I am so glad I am not too busy to miss it.