Hi. My name is Rachel, and I live an extraordinary life with ordinary moments.
My six-year-old wakes me up with a, “Good morning, Mommy. How did you sleep?” He says my cooking tastes really good, and thinks the dresses I wear are pretty. He laughs when I lose to him in every game we play. Ever. He always double checks the photos I take of him. Yup, that’s my son, for sure.
Ordinary mom things.
I never dread coming into work. I don’t even dread paying my bills. I like my co-workers, and like my paychecks. I plan events for “work” and I plan parties on the side, which is not even really “on the side.” I haven’t looked back since I left it, and that feels really, really gratifying.
Ordinary job things. Ordinary dream things.
We watch Sunday Football in our pajamas. She cooks for me, while she lays down on the couch – still drunk from the night before. I text with my best friend incessantly, plan happy hours, dinners, and nights out. Cry, vent, and have the best conversations about absolutely nothing.
Ordinary friend things.
One ordinary moment after the other, strung together in an extraordinary way. My life, although far from perfect, is perfectly beautiful. Hello, 2014.