Day 27, December 30, 3:47 p.m.

First, I need to tell you this: We’re all fine. Or at least as fine as can be hoped for.

Second, if you had asked me to place a wager on which Sublett’s risky hobby would send them first to the ER in 2021, I definitely would have bet on myself, and maybe would have placed a little extra money on a boxed exacta with Emerson. I would *not* have bet anything on my husband, and yet, there I was with him on this penultimate day of 2021.

He, Isaac, my husband, got up early to be first on the slopes this morning. He was so excited! And so I gamely gave up my walk for parenting duties in order to get the kiddo off to winter break camp. The plan was to do my walk after drop-off and doing a few small errands.

I was sitting in the CVS parking lot arguing with our insurance when my husband texted me one word, “hi.” I am 100% sure that prior to this day he has never sent me a text like that. I quickly went through my brain to make sure I had actually dropped Emerson off at camp because this is the kind of text he likes to send me from Papa’s phone (I had), and then I started to panic a little. “What’s up?” “I think I have a concussion.” … “No, I have a concussion.” And away I went.

Our village was so there for us today. And that is what I am choosing to focus on as the ultimate lesson 2021 has for me; treat others as you would have them treat you. You never know when you’re going to need someone to show up for you in a big way, so it helps to show up for them in as many little ways as you can before you have need of a big ask.

In the end I didn’t really meet the morning today. The day just bowled right over me. But I did get my walk. And it was extremely therapeutic. And everyone is mostly okay. And that’s enough. #MeetingMorning