Today is an ordinary day.
But sitting here thinking about my ordinary days I'm realizing how truly extraordinary they are.
I love waking up and feeling the sun on my pillow,
having my husband next to me
and hearing our little boy just babble away in his crib.
I love my Grandma's jam on toast.
I love my little apartment:
how cozy it feels with the colder days coming,
and the yummy smelling pumpkin candle burning.
I love phone calls from friends just to talk and laugh together.
I love playing catch with Trey,
and then watching his little fingers turn the pages of a book as I cook dinner.
I loved seeing this on a little, tiny, black and white monitor.
I would be just fine, if all my days were ordinary.