ordinary

Sometimes I feel like there ought to be something revolutionary to write about.  Something about how parenting is such a grown up thing to do, or how watching spring sweep in is heartbreaking and comforting all at the same time, or how Pippi Longstocking is the best role model I've met yet.

But most of the time it's just a typical week, a normal life of dying easter eggs and finally riding those training wheels and watching the garden starts sprout and getting the pony out of the pasture and battling coughs and colds with remedies we made last summer.

Ordinary moments that hold us together, that build this life, that help us show them the change we want to be.

Maybe that's revolutionary enough for a normal Monday night.

Wishing you a happy week.