I had some trouble when I first picked my blog title. There are a million blogs all over the internet about a lot of different things and it was hard for me to decide on one that I liked. It may not be terribly unique, but A Day in the Life is the title of my blog because I think it's the little details and the way one lives their life that makes them who they are.
I've always been fascinated by shows and books that follow the life of a person. Looking back in my blog and in my past journals, I can see that I used to just record my day. I would talk about the mundane. What time I got up and what I did after that and then after that and so on. Maybe that's not interesting to others, but I don't blog for those who read it now. Most of the time I blog/journal because some day, someone will find it.
I recently typed up about 90 pages of typed out paper that were journal entries from my great-grandfather. As I typed (in order to make an electronic copy of the history), I read and learned so much about Hills Ralph Collins. The man I knew as a child was very different than the man on the pages I was reading. He caused trouble! He climbed fences he wasn't supposed to and swam where his parents told him he shouldn't. The great-grandpa Collins I knew (and I was VERY lucky to get to know my great-grandfather as most don't have that opportunity) was a flawless patriarch in my eyes. He had a sense of humor and I loved his laugh, but it was the little anecdotes I read after he passed on those pieces of paper that taught me about how he had become who he was. I read about how he met my great-grandmother. I read story after story about his experiences on his LDS mission. Some of these stories must have seems somewhat mundane to him, but to me, it was fascinating to learn the cost of a loaf of bread or think about life without a flushing toilet and learning in a one-room school house. These were the mundane details of my great-grandfathers life experience, but they don't seem so mundane to me generations later.

That is why I chose my title and why I sometimes blog and often journal about the mundane. Ethan's baby book has an entire page of details of life surrounding his birth. How much was a gallon of milk, who was president, the New Orleans Disaster, how much the average cost was for a car, a house, and tuition at a 4-year university. Mundane? Maybe to us living in that world, but later, I am sure that it won't be.
It's the mundane, the moments, and the everyday living that make us who we are and help us develop into the people we want to be. I would do anything to have more of those pages of stories from my great-grandpa Collins. What did he do when his kids lied to him (like mine did yesterday?)? How did he manage being a husband/father/firefighter? I'm luckier than most in that I got to ask him many of these kinds of questions while he was alive, but only from the older-wiser grandpa. I want to know what he thought and did when he was 30. :)