Browsing my photos, I occasionally come across a photo of someone in the family wearing a mask and it’s weird to think how unusual it felt at the time – when Pace had to go into isolation for a weekend after presenting with some weird breathing (later diagnosed as childhood asthma), when I’ve gone in for surgery or when I accompanied Shea for a c-section, when we sprayed chemicals on our lawn, when we did painting.
Not sure on the context of this one but three year old Sasha had no idea what she was preparing for only a few short years later!
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