Briefly, we were normal.

Briefly, We Were Normal


It was well before 6AM on Christmas morning and well below freezing outside, the ground blanketed in white, moonglow through the window. We weren’t cold though, we were too excited and our soft flannel PJ’s kept us cozy warm. Counting presents by tree light in a sing- song way, “1,2,3 is this one for you or for me?” I could hear our parents whispering and laughing at our delight, occasionally calling out for us to settle down and let them sleep a while longer. For this one morning there was no tension or fear, no insecurity or wondering how this would all play out. Too briefly, we were normal and the memory of it, is the best present we got on that cold, Christmas day.