Growing up my favorite days were the days in which nothing extraordinary happened.  I remember with fondness my daily runs and chilling with my mom while we watched TV in her room together.

I did not appreciate the foot rubs I was often required to give, usually in trade for permission to do something.

But hundreds of life scar inducing foot rubs aside, I loved the ordinary days.  I still love ordinary days.  And I love the ordinary moments.  They are my favorite.