Sometimes ordinary is a good thing. In fact, when raising children, an ordinary day is a gift.
Just a day to be together and live life side by side. No frills, nothing to write home about, except that nothing happened and it seemed so normal. And somehow the normal and uneventful seemed like bliss.
Chopping parsley for chicken soup, playing outside and digging holes in the dirt.
Taking walks and taking pictures, because tomorrow may not be ordinary.
This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
What do you treasure most about ordinary days?