Last Sunday was a fairly ordinary day. We had a family lie in, cups of tea watching Milkshake in bed.
My husband went for a run, whilst me and O went to our weekly Toddler Sense class.
Later on hubby went to watch the football whilst I popped round to see my mum who was looking after my nephew.
Nothing exciting, an ordinary Sunday.
For one family, just two streets away from where I was sitting drinking a cup of tea with my mum, this was not a ordinary Sunday. Nothing would ever be normal again.
Sometimes ordinary can seem a bit dull. A bit boring, but it should never be underestimated. With ordinary you know where you’re at, you know what to expect and more importantly you know everyone is safe.
We should never take ordinary for granted.