Momma used to tell me there's no such thing as normal. That 'normal' is a setting on the dryer, and not a label for people, places, or things. To define something as ordinary does nothing more than depreciate the true wonder of every achievement, every feature, every difference that goes overlooked. Because of this, I've always marched to the beat of my own drum. Yea, I was the sort of kid in preschool who begged to wear mismatched socks. And I was much more content making up fantastical adventures with Legos than joining in on the neighborhood tea parties.
What Daughter Says: Every moment is a chance for a new memory.