An Extraordinary Ordinary Day

Today was a good day. Despite Michael being out of town for the night, Ellie and I had a good day together.

Maybe it was because this morning she finally let me sleep in to what used to be our normal wake-up time.

Or maybe it was her two really good, long naps today.

Or maybe it was how well she ate today, no stubborn battles or shaking of the head, "no," even finally deciding to like yogurt after four days of refusing it.

Or maybe it was the fun playtime on the floor with all her toys.

Or all the giggles and tickles and cuddles.

Or the way I sat and watched her play and stand and crawl and realized how quickly she's going to grow out of babyhood.

Or maybe it was the crazy fun we had rolling a ball back and forth and back and forth on the wood floor.

Or all the books we read.

Or the music we listened to.

Or the music we made playing the piano.

Or the calming, peaceful walk we went on after dinner, when it was a perfect 85 degrees.

Maybe it was the adorable shrieks and excited screaming that ensued as soon as she realized I was drawing a bath. For her. And her ducky.

Or the way she sat contently in my lap and made the motions and touched the pages of our regular nighttime books.

Or how she fell asleep for the night right away--no fussing, no standing--just slipped into sweet slumber.

Or maybe each of these ordinary moments of our ordinary day somehow transformed into a remarkable day.

On second thought, it wasn't just a good day. It was a great day.