Every year as the holidays approach, we put together our photo calendar to commemorate the events of the passing year. A great gift for grandparents. A cheerful reminder of happy times and vacations hanging over the desk at work. It is time once again. But I woke up this morning with the realization that we have almost no photos from 2020.
It was a momentous year for us in many ways. We moved. New house. New job. New schools. An 18-year-old voting for the first time. A 16-year-old getting his license. A 13-year-old entering his teens.
But it was also a ski season cut short. Limited time at the farm. No family beach trips. No annual camping trip. No hunting or fishing. No cross-country races or basketball games.
The only picture that stays in my head is the daily safepickup.com photo showing that our son passed his Covid pandemic health check, so they let him into school – no fever, no cough, no sore throat, no vomiting, no travel, no contact….
Although they change the screen colors every day, it doesn’t make for a very interesting calendar.
Then it came to me. It is 2020… the end of a decade, twenty years into a century with plenty to reminisce about and to celebrate. And fortunately for the calendar, hundreds and hundreds of wonderful photos.