This day, when Little Guy went to school in his pajamas telling me it was pajama day, though I had not caught wind of that event and so I packed him an extra outfit in his bag, just in case.
This day, when he brought home a present for his big sister, so excited to share with her and only her.
This day, when he wore his backpack under his jacket like he does, making it look like he had some sort of misshapen hind quarters.
This day, when she did not cream the butter and we mixed the dough in the Vitamix instead of with a mixer.
This day, this ordinary day, when he was six and she was nine and they both came home; and I was so very grateful for this wonderfully ordinary day.