No matter what the prompt was I knew I was going to write about how I wish I could do this week over. I do. It's all in my head, all I can think about.
Ordinary-- how many ordinary treasures did I miss this week? I missed face to face, smiling, laughing, building-up-souls time because I was too preoccupied with checking off schoolwork to do lists and making sure kids got all the math done and complaining about their complaining. I missed just being together. I've been missing the ordinary walks and playground visits, the bike rides and Lego playing...
And even more excruciating than what I missed? It's what I inflicted. I was fed up with ordinary bad attitudes and ordinary bad behavior so I threw my bad attitude and my bad behavior in the mix.
I'm feeling so regretful. Praying for the chance and grace to get it right (and soon!).
I love my ordinary life. Filled with ordinary love. I don't ever want to miss a moment of it again. It's the being there, just in the moments, the slowing of time, that's what transforms the ordinary into extraordinary.