I took most of my babies to school yesterday for the first time since March. We’ve nearly forgotten how to do a morning routine. Thankfully, it’s like riding a bike complete with scrapes and bruises. I sit clicking away on my keyboard in a quiet house. Eerily quiet. The cats wander across my desk confused by the lack of humans and the dog comes in on occasion to make sure I’m still here. All this quiet has me reflecting on the many lessons we’ve learned this year. Life Lesson #1: The size of my pants doesn’t matter as much as I thought it did, but physical activity does. For the…