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.