Ordinaryday

It's just an ordinary day in my heart. Where do I start? The morning begins as I complete my daily house chores, however it is just an ordinary day in my heart and this thought will not depart. My day was planned before it started. I knew my obligations. I must drive my daughter to work and pick her up. It became more obvious to me that this was an ordinary day. It is just an ordinary day in my heart because nothing about this day sets it apart. Perhaps, that is why today is just an ordinary day in my heart. The extraordinary part is spending quality time with two daughters that are dear to my heart.