Ordinary**
**Aria**
An ordinary day turned out to be the most extraordinary thing we'd had in a month.
Which sounds like something on a motivational poster and I'm aware of that but it's genuinely true, so.
We stayed in bed until ten, which for Caden was basically unheard of and for me was medically necessary given the previous four weeks, and nobody knocked on the door and nothing buzzed with urgency and the only sound was Minnesota doing its quiet winter thing outside the windows.
At ten we made breakfast together.
Actually together, both of us in the kitchen, which produced the specific comedy of two people discovering their kitchen styles were completely incompatible. Caden approached cooking the way he approached everything — with preparation and precise timing and an opinion ab
