It was just a normal Sunday morning. Brightly colored building blocks on the living room floor of every shape and size. A sizzling hot griddle with blueberry pancakes cooking golden brown. Can you smell the maple syrup? Hear a toddler's pleas for a taste? Ice clinks into glasses. A venture outside on one of the last warm days of the season - a sweet brunch picnic in the sun. Easy laughter. Time passes slowly, there was no rush. Blueberries oozing down your chin, your belly, your sticky fingertips stained bright blue. You ask for more, to your parents' amusement. Afterwards, a sink bath filled with bright squirt toys and your mama's sense of humor. More hugs as you dry off in your towel. Your eyes are getting sleepy from fresh air and a full belly. A sun-soaked nursery room, now changed into comfy clothes and you're gripping your favorite, worn, blanket. Mama reading board books, the cadence to Chicka Chicka Boom Boom a lullaby for us all. A dog to chase. A ball rolls into the flickering light. Both of your parents' full, adoring attention. More laughter. More love. Little Freddy Mack, you make a normal day look pretty amazing.