Day in the Life.

It's easy to get lost in it all. The totally routine yet completely unpredictable days that seem to always be too long and too short at the same time. The days that can drag on and on, though at the end of the day there's always more to do. An ordinary day is cleaning endless messes, kissing endless boo-boos. fulfilling endless needs.

An ordinary day consists of me giving all I can, every bit of myself minute after minute after minute, until those minutes add up into hours and days and weeks of crazy, chaotic, indescribably wild moments. 

An ordinary day is about embracing the imperfection and finding magic in those moments. 

The moments so sacred and secret that no one else even notices them, where life suddenly seems so spectacular for absolutely no particular reason.

The moments that can be so easily missed unless you surrender to the day and all of the beautiful chaos it brings.

  The moments that fill you with unconditional love, make your heart swell, and make you think, "I am so lucky they are mine." Moments like his first smiles. Watching her eyelashes flutter as she drifts off to sleep.  Pulling a blanket over him as he shudders with a happy sigh. 

How she waits at the window for daddy to come home.  Her ceaseless imagination.His smiles at 2 a.m. when he wakes up in my arms. Her contagious giggles. 

The playing that makes the endless messes. 

Fulfilling their endless needs.

The wild running, dancing, jumping girl and her endless boo-boos. 

 These moments are reserved only for those that have spent dusk until dawn rocking a sick child, those who have put any one dream on hold, those who add up all the small, magical moments and see what a wild, crazy, beautiful life we have. We are a brave, loving and giving group, us mothers, and no one can quite experience these imperfectly perfect moments like we can. 

An ordinary day is always extraordinary in our eyes.