kind of weird. kind of normal.

home.
i feel like i'm watching from a window. an outsider looking in.
people are friendly, they smile at me. they wave at me.
some even step outside to give me a hug.
but they don't linger. they go back inside.
maybe because it's cold.
i like the cold.
it's an excuse to bundle up.
to cuddle with my clothing.
i like feeling warm.
i blink to try to remember what normal is.
maybe this awkwardness is normal, now.
maybe things before weren't so normal, as i thought.
why does normalcy have to matter in the first place?
it's so subjective.
i miss people. i miss their smile.
i miss the "huggling"
(which is snuggling, hugging and cuddling all at once)
i like consolidating words to make up a better one.
a friend called me today to tell me he was an uncle.
congratulations! babies are the best gift.
Jesus was a baby. And he grew up and taught us how to survive in this
world. He taught us what really matters. He knew and understood
the pains of suffering, of persecution, of disbelief, of pride...
that was normal for him.
He knew it had to be.