a day in the life of me

what did you today?

a ritualistic, reasonable question punctuated at the end of a day. if so common practice to ask, then why do i always struggle finding the answer? when i worked, the answer was easy. i was 'bringing home the bacon". now that i am a stay-at-home

mom, i have trouble defining my

day, my life even. goodness forbid that i ever look back and wonder what i have done with my life. after all, isn't life just a collection of ordinary every days. a series of mornings and afternoons and nights followed by mornings again. 365 mornings, multiplied by however many years you are blessed with. each day adding to a year. each year adding, totally a life. so then how does one measure a day? where is it's value laid? is it in the number of products produced, projects completed, goals accomplished, boxes ticked? in the weight of emotional epiphanies discovered? in the quality of conversations had? in reaching the perfect ratio of house harmony versus child chaos? in the number of cheerios swept? in the amount of steps clocked on my pedometer? in the amount of laundry baskets, grilled cheeses or flowers picked? in the accumulated average volume range of my voice

during that day? in timeouts? in things forgotten, undone or hurried? in the number of failings, the flaws, the imperfections? how will i measure my life? what will be my truest

fruition look like, feel like, smell like, sound like? how do i measure it, count it. how do i count blessings, not in fear of losing them but always with trusting hands open?

every life begs to be extraordinary, whether it admits it or not. begs to be noticed, valued & remembered. documented & recorded so someone, one day will know that i lived, i longed & i loved. i lived today. i lived fully with hands & eyes wide open. eyes opened to the lavished Love in each

moment, even hard moments. moments bathed in the gentlest Light. and as i am preoccupied with the ordinary, i often miss the extraordinary of everyday moments. for isn't a day without Love, a day wasted, a day lost

in history? and so here is my story, my today, my right now & my forever. here is why i will miss today. not because it was out of the ordinary but because it was lived in the realization the He loves me through the gift of ordinary moments that unfurled, blossomed into Joy, into Beauty. here is what i did today and here is how He loved me today {by no means an exhaustive list}.

• singing silly non-sense songs with the boys
• brand new sheets
• racking up pampers point with a pampers sale
• finding a toy car under the table
• sticky fingers
• dirty floors
• refilling the toilet paper
• shaking out the twins highchairs
• the house shaking thump of kai's bottom hitting the floor after attempting to walk
• davith's pjs having the 'baby gap' label even though they are size 3
• eating cravings
• a house well lived in
• de-stinking the garbage can
• crocodile puppet on the counter
• big, teethy grins
• daddy bike rides
• plates licked clean of their tasty goodness
• the aroma of home cooked food filling the house
• returning overdue movies to rogers
• temper tantrums
• perfect timing
• purging the fridge of very expired yogurt
• a bread basket filled with abundance
• horseplay on new bouncy bed with babies
• my belly getting in the way of the camera
• smelly, gym carpets
• chasing three dirty bottoms up the stairs
• that perfect twist in my hair in just the right spot
• baby dance moves
• warm, sweaty summertime cuddles on porch

this is what my day was made of. even the ugly made beautiful.

made of wonderful. and i will embrace it, frame it, nail it down by giving thanks for each precious moment.