I woke up late this morning. My husband had to go to work today but the kids were home on winter break. They were busy playing video games and taking care of themselves. So, I slowly made my way downstairs. I made fancy French toast. We built Legos, played with Christmas presents. We even made it out of the house to go bowling with my brother. We came home, built more Legos, ate leftovers and watched a Christmas movie. Kids went to bed and the grown ups stayed up late watching another movie. Oh, so ordinary and expected. But today can never be an ordinary, mundane day for me. Three years ago today it snowed, A LOT. I didn’t leave the house, everyone else did. I stayed home with my one year old daughter and my dying mother. Three generations together under one roof for a few more precious hours. While Maya napped my mom took her last breath and died. It wasn’t an ordinary day and three years later it still isn’t an ordinary day.