Everyday Day

You know, there’s been a lot of going-through-the-motions around here lately. Joel’s been working a gazillion hours, home for about one of them and back out again. I’ve been holding our lives together in that ah, not really kind of way, which is to say that while energy and patience and nerves dwindle around me, so too do I. I’m kind and compassionate for all of ten minutes and then I end up suggesting, in a rather shrill voice, that maybe I’m tired too and that maybe I’m trying my best not to fling this piece of burnt toast directly at your really annoying forehead right now. You know, just the usual end-of-week kitchen scenario in most family homes about the place.

Anyway, having said all that, I’m using this post to write a letter. To the day. Just to this normal, everyday day.




Normal day,

Let me inspect every inch of you. Let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me hold you carefully before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of a perfect tomorrow. Let me capture you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.




I’m going to climb up on my homemade soap box for just a second and proclaim my love for something which has changed me — taking photos and documenting the beauty of life.

I think everybody should do it.

When I look through that viewfinder, I see so much more. The clouds are bluer, the light is richer. I notice the way the sun bounces of Ella’s hair, how it bathes her smooth skin and makes it look like velvet. I notice the mess of lashes she’s blessed to have, and the wispy curls that are beginning to gather at the nape of her neck. From time to time, I’ll look back on photos I’ve taken and in doing so, I get to re-live the details of the moment. I get to remind myself where we’ve been and how far we’ve come. I remind myself how blessed we are, how much love there is, and how special these moments of our lives are. Living them together. Side by side. Just a whole bunch of normal everyday days.















Ella took her first steps today. Joel was there to see it. In fact, he was the one who called me over with urgency so I wouldn’t miss it. Everyday day, yes. Super magical stuff happening, too? Yes. Most definitely.






4 Responses to “Everyday Day”

  1. motherdownunder

    I totally agree about taking photos…mine aren’t nearly as lovely as yours but I find especially if my initial reaction was anger or frustration, in that instant I reach for my iPhone, something changes and I see the situation differently and more calmly.
    And congratulations…walking is so exciting…I can’t wait to see where your little lady goes.

  2. Jenna

    Snapping pics in the mundane, hustle and bustle of everyday makes them all the more special, I totally agree!

    • Rachel Wiley

      It’s such a good thing to do. Imagine when we are 80 years old, sitting with our wrinkled partners in an old rocking chair on the porch, looking back on this life we’ve lived through the photographs we’ve taken. I bet you we’ll think, my gosh, what a wonderful life.


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