The ordinary day

I took out a book by Brooke that I've had for a few years.  I remember I read through it when I got it-I even have some sentences highlighted.  But there is so much to it-and as she says-it should be more of a workbook rather than sitting and reading over it in one sitting.  I wrote down a few quotes this week-one of which had to do with appreciating an "average" day and realizing how magnificent it is.  I just thought about my random Thursday and jotted down all kinds of observations about the kids, and S.  It was truly crazy how grateful and in love with my family I could feel-and how it kind of rolls over me, and of course makes me cry because I realize how blessed I am.  That the ordinary days are not ordinary at all.  When I take a few minutes and notice each thing, the love and humor and fun, and noise and quibbling and the smiles-I am overwhelmed with how lucky I am.  How my days are filled with love and beauty-even a day when I am just shuttling everyone to school and activities, and supervising homework, and trying to get a few meals on the table, along with getting some exercise, and connecting with my girlfriends, and hanging out with S.