Ordinary

I keep thinking back to the last normal day I could remember. The last memory that I have before that Easter Sunday when I had my accident and life changed forever. Here it is.

There was nothing unusual about it. We had spent the day lounging on the sectional sofa, watching our favorite shows and talking throughout the day. The dogs were up and down, snuggling us and going outside every 10 minutes. I decided to go get us Dairy Queen in mid afternoon and came home and continued on with the same activities until it was time to go to bed. When we went to bed, we were talking as we always do while the office was playing on the TV. I don’t know how we got onto the subject, but it came up that you wanted to travel again, but we’re scared to say anything to me and I was wanting to travel again, but was scared to say anything to you. Once we realized we had been on the same page and we wanted to go back on the road, We both laughed at how silly it was that we both felt this but never breached the subject. (I wonder how many other topics were & are like this?)

And that was that, we started making plans for the logistics of how to get back on the road right then and there. It was a done deal. We went to bed happy and smiling.

To say that this memory is bittersweet would be the understatement of a lifetime. Not just because of the fact that travel in that way will never happen again, but there’s so much about that memory that I miss. Mostly I miss just how ordinary everything was that day and now ordinary as I know it is gone forever. I guess we’ll just have to build our new ordinary.