Ordinary days

Last week my husband told me we'd had a really great day {the best day}. Our little girls were tucked into bed and fast asleep. I was standing watching the kettle boil, my mind wandering. And I was immediately drawn to his words {the emotion in his voice}.

I understood what he meant because I had felt this day too. It has been great {all of it}. But we hadn't done anything {extra special}. It was a day of ordinary. I'm sure everyone has days just like this too.

We all had a sleep-in {til 7.30am}, ate breakfast together {while taking turns at feeding the baby}. A cardboard box was turned into a boat {salad servers became oars} and little miss almost-three was rapt. We picked up groceries and unpacked more boxes. We ate an early dinner. And spent the evening reading books to our girls before bed-time crept up.

What made this day great? I keep running that question around in my head.

I think mainly because the day was just us, just being. No big plans, no place we had to be, no schedule {just a loose routine of how the day best pans out for our girls}.

And I couldn't help but notice that holiday feeling {free, light, relaxed} was present. And that stress, work and a to-do list were absent. Without those holding on, the day made itself about us with ease, slow and gentle. And it's made me think that it's these ordinary days I long for the most.

xx

{Grateful for clarity, ordinary days and time spent together with no big plans and no place we have to be ~ Linking with gratitude to Maxabella and Kidspot's 52 Weeks of Grateful.}

Do you love ordinary days? What's made you feel grateful this week?