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Feeling normal

Oh, it feels so good to have a normal day, just a normal day. Nothing spectacular happened today. My husband was off work and so we decided to go visit some local gardens so I could take photos. We visited two and they were both closed today. We'll go again tomorrow when they're open. By the time we left the second garden, it was time for lunch so we headed to a local Mexican restaurant and enjoyed a normal lunch with normal conversation. It felt so good. When we were finished, Hubs asked me what I wanted to do next, I didn't have a clue so we just started driving.

We came across an antique store in a neighboring town and I asked if we could stop in to look. I hadn't been antiquing for a long, long time and I really do enjoy looking at things of the past. He said, "Sure." We went inside and he let me look in every single booth without complaining once. He was so sweet! He even let me buy a couple of things I fell in love with. As we were getting ready to leave the store, we heard a loud crash as someone's exhibit fell to the floor. Glass shattered and the owners went running to see what had happened. My Hubby walked over to see what the commotion was about and the ladies explained to him what happened. I gathered my things and we went to the register. We paid for our items and headed out.

On the way home, I asked if we could stop by for an ice cream. I thought it would be the perfect end to our perfectly normal day. Once again, he said yes. We stopped at the Dairy Queen and looked at the menu board at the drive thru. He asked what I wanted and I just told him a dipped cone would be fine with me. I didn't want anything fancy, just normal...a cone is about as normal as you can get where ice cream is concerned, even though their "ice cream" isn't really ice cream. He opted for a strawberry sundae and we left with smiles on our faces as the cold treat slid down our throats.

When we got home, we unloaded the car and came inside. I threw a load of clothes in the washer and he started working on his jigsaw puzzle. We were just doing our normal routine...normal!

NORMAL! normal feels so good to me right now and I'm so thankful for it. It's been so long since I've been able to feel normal and do normal things. I guess when my days were normal, before all this cancer hullabaloo, I took my normal days for granted but I won't do that ever again. Normal is good and normal feels so right. I like normal.

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