“I love this life. I feel like I am always catching my breath and saying, ‘Oh! Will you look at that?’ … bearing witness to the joy I find in seeing the extraordinary in ordinary life.” – Harold Feinstein
By many standards, anyone on the outside of my life might call our Spring Break a bit of a fail. To be honest … I feel like I, myself would have called it one even yesterday. We have family in North Carolina, Kansas, and Colorado. Ordinarily … we’d be going to see them … but we are going nowhere – fast. Instead, due to conflicting work schedules, and a budget needed more for home repairs than exotic destinations – we are filling our days in less exciting ways than we usually might.
This is not to say that I am not being productive. I mean, when else might I conquer the post office, my son’s haircut, and scheduling vet appointments, eye doctor appointments, and a chunk of laundry all in the same day? Yeah, not super brag worthy, I’m aware … but then, there are the beautiful, unexpected ordinaries that I might be too busy to notice if I were elsewhere. Here are just a few:
I was able to have uninterrupted lunch with a friend (okay my husband called once and my kids called once, but only two interruptions is less than five so we’ll estimate it at zero).
My son and daughter invented a game with our Great Pyrenees puppy where they literally (dog included) play hide-and-seek tag around the house.
A former student saw me in a coffee shop window and stopped in just to give me a hug.
My kids have had playdates with besties they never have a chance to just be with.
My husband and I took a walk, led by our two beast-sized dogs who gain fame like a puppy parade.
We visited our cousins and I was able to see my son be the “big boy” my nephew looks up to with wonder.
My cat has helped me with more laundry than any other member of my family.
I have slept in for two days straight!
Today I watched my son and daughter at the park laughing in the sunset with wind-kissed faces.
Last night my son and I snuggled up for a superhero movie while downstairs, my daughter and her daddy watched a dance film.
I was able to catch up with far-away friends through phone calls, sharing pictures I’d meant to send, and writing letters.
It is only day two of this little break, and already I wish I had more time … more time to watch, and memorize, and play. My day may not be extraordinary by any measure, but isn’t it the details we end up clinging to? I intend to spend every last minute paying close attention to the ordinary I’m blessed to have the time to appreciate in these simple days.
I pray you’re blessed with a few of your own.