Big day for me yet an almost deliberately small day for me too.  

5am start at the laptop, being available at the end of the phone for an 8am meeting in London.  The food hasn't arrived.  The guests need wifi.  We need more sockets.  Please wipe my... Nose.   A walk in the park, plenty of robins (no Wally again), a kingfisher but no camera.  Aqua class at lunchtime.  More work.  More walking the dog in the park.  An evening trip to a big old freezer shop which I learned gives 10% discount on everything if you're over... A certain age.   Even wine, yes siree.  Home to jacket potatoes and a couple of episodes of The Wire.  Finally getting round to it.  Started to doze though and retired to bed with allotment porn. All fairly 'small'... 

The 'big' is that its five years ago today that I was diagnosed with cancer.  I immediately assumed it was all over, I wouldn't see Christmas, it was going to be like in the films or on the telly.   It wasn't.  A couple of people asked me if I was going to be celebrating today, busting out the champagne but, actually, no. Maybe at the weekend, there's time enough for that, but for now I'm happy, more than happy, to embrace the very ordinary and uneventful in good health and happiness.   Something I couldn't imagine I'd still have the privilege to still be doing when I went to bed and laid awake on that night in 2018.  

Live the 'big' days but love the 'small' days too.  They're all amazing.