Normal Is Relative
Guest Posting over at The Glorious Table today.
I’ve been accused of being a lot of things in my life, but normal has never been one of them.
I will admit, on the surface, my husband and I together look pretty normal. We have a house, kids, and a dog. We follow a couple of sports teams, and we eat at the local pizza place weekly. We work hard, play harder. Sometimes we just lie on the couch and eat an entire barrel of cheese puffs.
Some things I do or don’t do, however, set me apart, making a personal normal for which I am grateful.