Zoya and I love Ariel and Nana and all our friends and family who have come to visit and help is through this time, but this weekend, for the first time since June 1, Zoya and I were home alone together for over 24 hours.
It felt right.
We might not could have done it a few weeks ago and we were definitely excited to have Ariel back on Sunday, because she is fun, but Zoya and I loved our weekend.
It was the first weekend that felt like a celebration of nuclear family togetherness since Memorial Day, our last weekend with Shah.
We started our celebration with a selfie and a tea party on the kitchen floor.
We went out with friends, ran errands, went to a party, had friends over, and rested. We ate food that felt like our old normal, that normal I want to return to some day.
I wish he was still here. It was so strange being at a party without him, but he wasn’t completely missing because she was there in the middle of everything.
And we survived. We even managed to go get our oil and wiper blades changed. Jobs that I never would have done before. But we enjoyed it together.
Today was hard. So hard, I don’t even want to talk about it now. It ended well, but before I forget our weekend, I want to record it here.
We are learning our new normal and are thankful for what we have. So many times, I still can’t look past what we lost. But sometimes, in the moment, we can praise and enjoy our time together.