Just an ordinary, yet extraordinary, Saturday.
Life is back to normal after the crazy-busy of the holidays, and I'm finding comfort in folding the towels and matching up those socks.
It's crazy, this love of the simple.
Crazy and wonderful, and you know the strange thing? I didn't used to love it. I used to think that this - the routine of daily life - was just scenery, just the backdrop of a life. That real life was lived on the mountaintop and true living meant big things and change and exploring the wilderness-of-the-unknown.
Now I know.
Life is only real when it's lived whole. Mountaintop and valley, big changes and the sameness of routine. It's all part of life, and it all belongs.
There are thrills to be had on the mountaintop, yes, I know. I've been there. Those are the large-loud-can't-really-be-missed thrills.
But there are also thrills to be had in the valley of a sleepy Saturday afternoon - of math papers graded and new recipes created and movies watched with popcorn and that family you love. These are the small, amazing miracles of daily life.
Wherever you are this day - on the mountain or in the valley - take a moment or two to notice the thrill of it all.
Live. Life. Whole.