Ordinary...there is nothing ordinary about our days.
Our eldest is writing his final exams for Cambridge AS levels.
I am not sure who has to remember to breathe more...me or him.
Days are filled with anticipation and expectation as he writes practice papers and diligently devotes his time to his studies.
His ordinary chores are taken over by me or his siblings.
I am filled with the knowledge that this is the end of his season of learning at home.
Ordinary days don't exist, each day that he is here with us is special....
Where will he be in a year?
How many more nights will he spend here before spreading his wings and making a a life of his own?
How many more evenings will I hear his loud music or the chatter of my three together?
...all ordinary occurrences which make the days extraordinary
...each moment treasured
"Unscripted, unedited, real" Lisa- Jo Baker
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