What do you get when you combine two kids, a man and a woman, a grill and some yard work on a Sunday afternoon in May? You get the 1950’s postcard of the American Dream. You get what I call the “normal” life. A scene from a Better Homes & Gardens magazine; that ever-elusive, familial bond over a hamburger, a ball game, and later, a rake and a hose. My confession this lovely Monday is just that. This weekend I experienced the “normal” life. Something quite foreign to me. So foreign in fact, that I am writing about here as a freak of nature.