09/25/2026
Fridays… From Where I Sit ❤️
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how ordinary most days seem. We get up, grab our phones and keys, and go to work and about our day. We talk to the people we love and just assume we’ll talk to them again later.
It will soon be two years since one Friday morning in October started just that way for me. At 10:47, my mom called. She called me every day, several times a day. I was showing a house and busy, so I told her I’d have to call her back. I didn’t think anything about it. There would always be another phone call, right?
Except there wasn’t.
That was the last time I ever heard my momma’s voice, and I’ve struggled so much with that.
With all the loss our community has experienced these last few weeks, I’ve thought about that morning a lot. We spend so much time looking forward to birthdays, vacations, holidays, and all the “special” days. But maybe we have it backwards.
Maybe the special days are the ordinary ones. The days when the people we love are okay. The days when nothing big happens, and life just feels normal. We so easily take ordinary days for granted.
So from where I sit this Friday, take the time to take or make the call. Say I love you. Stay a little longer. Let the little things go. Thank God for the ordinary days, because those really are the good days.