Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return. ~Mary Jean Iron~
Although I can't bear to share with you pictures of the dishes that patiently await me in the sink, or the piles of laundry breeding down the hall, I will share pictures of the first of many times this day, Julia will empty the bookshelf.
So, normal day, I will embrace you. And at least for today, not wish you away.