Ordinary days are my favorite. Sure, I love holidays and all the excitement that they bring. But I have always been happiest during those ordinary days in between. I find comfort in the security of consistency. The uneventful days full of mundane tasks like making coffee, unloading the dishwasher, making beds, folding laundry, taking the pups out, preparing dinner, wiping the countertops, dimming the lights, lighting a candle, and settling in give me joy.
I have always been this way. As a teenager, I loved school, my friends, and my activities. But I looked forward to Friday afternoons when I could come home to my house, knowing that I had all weekend to spend there with my family. I loved Friday nights with my two best friends, Jenn and Brent, watching movies. I loved my mom making spaghetti, or rigatoni, or chicken cacciatore on Sunday afternoons while my dad watched the Steeler games with a fire going in the tv room.
That is me. Some people have called me weird and strange, even in my own extended family, but I am ok with that. I own who I am and am proud to be a homebody. Some people ski, golf, or bike. Some like to attend sporting events and tailgate or attend parties and picnics. I applaud them for doing what they enjoy. Me, though? I am happy being ordinary. Home. Reading, homeschooling, napping, and loving my family.
Be you. My friends. Just be you.