Ordinary Moments Can Be Extraordinary
My days are filled with ordinary moments…
Like oatmeal and cartoons on the couch on a weekend morning.
Like a little girl in piggies and a pink dress holding my hand as she walks along beside me.
Like the world’s most joyful little soccer player skipping and hopping and jumping…and occasionally kicking the ball…on soccer Saturday.
Like pushing the little people on the swings “higher mom!” while the bigger boys squabble over a game of pick-up basketball in the backyard.
Like a pillow fort in the middle of the living room.
Like bedtime prayers and bedtime books and bedtime back-tickles and bedtimes songs and “Mom, snuggle me” every single night.
Like an end-of-the-day kitchen overflowing with dishes and play-doh and dollies and empty chip bags and soccer gear and water bottles and shoes (so many shoes) and dirty socks and a random bike helmet…
Like so much evidence of this life with kids everywhere I look.
I love the milestones. I love holiday traditions. I love our family vacations. I love the big events…
But most of my life is ordinary, really.
Most of my life is a series of ordinary moments strung together day after day and week after week and year after year…
Ordinary moments that when added up over time create one extraordinary life.
