For the past several weeks I’ve been wondering if things would go back to normal. If my body would go back to the way it was. If our sleep would even out a little bit. If my time would become my own again.
But I’m learning there’s no such thing as normal. There’s only a new normal, and this changes daily. I just have to accept it.
Week after week, Henry teaches me to be flexible and open-minded. He reminds me to rest and relax. Lately, he’s even been making me laugh. And a hearty dose of laughter goes a long way when you realize you have little control over much else.