This morning was like every other morning.
Walk the dog. Feed the child. Get dressed.
Ordinary. Some may call it so.
Some may look past their blurry ordinary and long for more.
I love excitement and frills as much as the next guy,
but ordinary...nothing compares.
And what I consider ordinary may be someones dream.
I read a quote the other day..
"The things you take for granted somebody else is praying for"
My ordinary doesn't seem so boring now.
In fact it's quit extraordinary!
Thank you Lord.
Thank you for my extraordinary ordinary!
My blurry mornings are just where I want to be.
Maddy's happy is tending to the neighbors horses.
Where's your happy?