Plain lovely is a smoothie delivered to me after dinner and dishes and coffee readied in the coffee maker for the next morning. Even if it is from McDonalds and is delivered by someone just getting home after a very long day.
Ordinary, extraordinarily lovely is knowing this truth months later. Seeing it in its own light, separate from the exhaustion of a hectic day, from the many hurts of the days between then and now. Extrordinary to know that I get to carry this perspective forward the rest of my days.
I’m not a big fan of rose colored rearview mirrors. I am one for learning from the past. For sifting through those ordinarily daily recollections and seeing them for what they are, for what they can teach us.
For it is out of the ordinary, the daily, that we truly grow. There is great fondness is repetition—nightly bed time stories, Christmas traditions, the one way you say goodbye every. Single. Day. There will be pictures for birthday parties and the out-of-the-ordinary days. For a Tuesday in November, there is the ordinary that blesses beyond the ability to remember which Tuesday it was. And for that I remain grateful.
**Joining this group of lovelies as we explore what our minds have to say for just 5 little minutes. **