It is 2 a.m. on Monday, December 28, 2020 and I am currently watching the snow fall through the glass doors of our balcony here in Milan while Keira falls back asleep on top of me in our bed. Meanwhile, Livvy also just woke up and Dave just went to readjust her (because she can no longer move her own body she sometimes gets stuck in an uncomfortable position and will need help to move and go back to sleep). Meanwhile, Eva sleeps through everything (thankfully) and my parents usually do too. This is our “normal”.
As someone who writes for part of my living I develop relationships with certain words and normal is one I now struggle with. There really is no normalcy in our lives anymore. And what’s considered our new normal may be understandable to the only 30+ other families in the world who have gone through this themselves but is probably unbelieveable to many others. It’s honestly still unbelieveable to me.
If a psychic were to have told me at the beginning of the year what 2020 would hold for me and our family I would have thought they were the worst psychic ever because there is no way that could happen. But here we are. Living in Milan, Italy. Amidst a global pandemic. Two of our three daughters have terminal illnesses. One may only have a few years left while the other just received a potentially life saving treatment. And snow is falling from the sky (a rare site to see for this Arizona family).
Life is unreal and so unpredictable. There is no way of telling what our next “normal” way of life will be. But for now, I’m enjoying the snow and the baby snuggles.