It’s hard to believe, but it’s the 7th week of the school year. The girls have already finished their first six weeks, and Bill and I are squarely in the midst of midterm grading. Most days our family rhythm feels pretty routine, in a good way. The girls are back at dance several afternoons a week, and they’re very excited for their rolls in the Christmas program (eskimo skater/crystal princess attendant, penguin/elf).
The weather is starting to cool. Thankfully, there aren’t many highs in the 90s and there are more and more lows in the 50s. I’ve been eating homemade pumpkin bread and drinking lots of chai (who am I kidding? I ALWAYS drink lots of chai). We’ve gone on more family bike rides and evening walks.
We’ve read some good books, too. When I’m not prepping for class, I’m reading the lovely The Movement of Stars, and I just finished reading the delightful Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library aloud to the girls.
Basically, there’s been a whole bunch of ordinary. The sacred, blessed ordinary.
What does your ordinary look like? And, more importantly, what are you reading?