The Ordinary Tuesday That Reminded Me Why I Love My Life

Nothing about that Tuesday was supposed to be memorable. That’s exactly why I remember it.

My neighbor Frank knocked on my door around six, holding a dish she said she’d made too much of.

We ended up talking on my porch until it got dark, about nothing important and everything that mattered.

It reminded me that the best parts of life rarely announce themselves. They just show up, quietly, in the middle of an ordinary day.

I’ve tried to pay closer attention since then. Most of what makes a life good was never going to be loud about it.