We began the day in our PJs. The kids were playing their DS's and watching a cartoon on the TV. When I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee to drink, my husband had fallen asleep on the couch, next to the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. I took my coffee back to my room, sat on my favorite chair and continued reading my book.
Now two of the boys are practicing basketball with Dad. The third is excited about perfecting his bike riding without training wheels. Little girl is running circles around everyone, intermittently drawing with chalk on the driveway.
The day is full of the ordinary. It's the best kind of ordinary.