what's special.

I recently came across this article, which really made me think. Interestingly, the author is a Jesuit priest from Long Island that now ministers at Holy Cross. He writes about visiting his mom and sister at home for a special day in the city, and then getting peeved at them for falling asleep on the LIRR during the train ride home. He feels angry that they didn't force themselves to stay awake for him, because he is only home to visit so often. But as he reflects on his anger, he realizes, he's mad because he's trying to make the entire event of his visit something extraordinary. But in doing so, he's losing the many ordinary moments of wonderful that the three of them had experienced together during the day.
I think it was a lovely way to bring focus to the many moments of "special" and wonderful that we have here together in this house of very ordinary days.

Though entire days are rarely amazing (i.e, never), the precious moments that are scattered throughout each day truly are. And for each of them, I am grateful.