Gratitude Monday --Just Another Day

Yesterday was just another day.
It was the kind of a day where we go about our business in the company of one another. Another day in a long line of days of being together where nothing special happens.

Husband transplanted his cacti. He'd done so on Saturday and continued it yesterday.
Such matters are a labour of love for him. He is happiest when he is amongst the plant kingdom. On a level only he understands they are his kith and kin and he is charged with their care.

I was busy at my manuscript. I needed to go over it and take notes so I can start work on the long synopsis for the proposal package. I will work on the package while the hard copy cools enough for me to find my mistakes.
As I made my notes over the past few days I found places that required more work, more words, more thought. I made notes on that as well and will attend to them when I go over the version I printed out.

Husband was busy with plants, I with my words.
It was a good day. A normal day. A day where nothing special happens. It was a wonderful day, and for it I am grateful.

Gratitude Monday - A Normal Day

We forget the wonder in normal. The sense of security it can bring, and the evenness of feeling. Having a day like any other day gets taken for granted.
That is wrong.
There is beauty in calm and it deserves our attention.
Yesterday was just such a day.
We slept in until about 7:30 a.m which is normal for a weekend.
The day was overcast with a gentle snowfall. I put on a pot of stew and baked some cookies.
In the afternoon I wrote a few Christmas cards while the stew murmurred behind me and my husband did his woodcarving downstairs.
It was a simple day devoted to normal activities and simple pleasures. It was quiet and calm, as most days are for me.
But yesterday was different in that it drew my attention and I felt it on a level I rarely notice. For this reminder I am grateful.
It was a calm, normal day, and it was wonderful.