Extraordinary

At the dinner table last night we were talking about how baby H seems to already have a sense of music, rhythm, and showmanship. In response to a comment that H may have a career on the stage in front of him, F quipped that it seems that no one in our family is destined for an ordinary career.

I cried some mock tears and started to moan, All except poor salary-man Papa whose hum-drum ordinary job is paying the bills …

It gave me a smile and a warm feeling deep down when M broke in with, But Mama and Papa are raising five children. That's not ordinary.

God bless her and every one of our extraordinary brood.