Ordinary Holiness
My days are riddled with routine--get boys up at this time, get lunches made, papers signed, out the door, work with little's at the pre-school, pick-up my own from school, figure out dinner, watch Blue Bloods on cable, tuck boys in, tuck myself in, start it all over the next day. I am so grateful for Grandparents who help us juggle all the activity, especially as the various sports seasons add another dimension to all our running. In a recent conversation with Tall and Handsome Husband we were discussing the complications that would soon ensue as three boys begin playing on three different basketball teams. I told him, "This is what I signed up for." It all seems so . . . . ordinary. Having come out of campus ministry where part of my job was to mentor young adults as they plotted out their life adventures, ordinary never came up. We never talked about what it is like when your life revolves around someone else's needs, and the most exciting thing yo...