On any Sunday

I was sitting in church today, E1 on my right, Stuntman, E2 and E3 on my left.
I thought back to the last year. How familiar it was sitting here, thinking about what Stuntman may be doing at that exact moment, how much I missed him, how blessed I am to be surrounded by my children (even thought E3 may be breaking for the door).
Today, like last week and the week before, Stuntman was next to me, and held my hand during most of the mass. He's been home almost a month, and now we have a new "normal" Sunday... and it feels good.