Normal is underrated. Three weeks ago, I had a cyst removed, and for the next week I was in post-scalpel misery. Even while popping painkillers like Pez candy, I was rendered virtually immobile. I couldn't lie on my back. I couldn't walk. I couldn't sit. Not without pain rocketing throughout my body. While lying on the floor with an oversized pillow and watching bad TV drama to distract from the throbbing, I often thought back to before, when I stupidly took those normal actions for granted. Those times without are when we understand the value of normal. It's when I'm at the bottom of the deep end that I realize how sweet air is. It's when I'm too busy to eat lunch that I get to dinner and remember how good food tastes. Normal is a delicacy we've become accustomed to dining on. Being married to and loving Dave feels so normal now, almost alarmingly normal. Telling him I love him is part of my daily routine. Watching him sleep while I get ready...