ordinary days

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.