New York City is a selfie of me and my best friend, Tyler.

It's from my birthday, which was right before New York City shut down, and he came by my house, brought over a piece of cake and was stabbed a quick selfie to send to my mom, and we both look a lot more happy and carefree.

Then I think we're feeling now, and way definitely didn't realize at the time how long it would be before we got to see each other in person again, probably the last feeling of normalcy and last pictures reflecting.

That would be a picture of me and my son and my wife in front of the Eiffel Tower.

So, pre the lock down and pre the pandemic, my grandmother turned 90 in February.

She's Lebanese.

It is between Lebanon in California, and we have cousins all over the world, and we all met in Paris to celebrate her 90th birthday.

The last photo I have on my phone from before the world changed is dated March 15th and my family and I are at the Beach photo is of my two sons, Grayson and Asher, looking out of the ocean, watching my husband, Sean, surf.

And though March 15th was not the date that the entire world had changed, but for us, it was two days before our whole world changed.