Why, yes. Yes, I did wear my sparkliest pumps and sweatshirt to get my first Covid vaccine today. I was feeling extra AF and it seemed the only legit option for attire, really. There was a point last year when I honestly didn’t know if I would make it to the vaccine rollout.
To be so physically vulnerable in the midst of a terrifying pandemic that we understood very little about, well, it’s hard to describe. And it doesn’t take much for those feelings to come flooding back.
The smell of bleach wipes is the smell of fear.
And Jolly Ranchers taste like unending endurance.
But thanks in no small part to my family, I am here.
To Sean who sacrificed four and a half months away from me and our girls to keep me safe; And to my Sister who made her home a second safe home for us this past yearL
You two are the reason I’m able to be here. You’re the reason I was able to wear my sparkliest outfit into the dingy store for my vaccine today.
It was hell. But we did it. And we’ll keep doing it.
I will never be able to thank the two of you enough.
PS - I took the fabulous shoes off as soon as I got back to my car. My God, how did used to wear those things all the time?