Finding the Magic

As I watched Annabel standing there in her pink sparkly shoes (which she had requested to wear), I realized for the hundredth time how amazing it is to live with this little girl who allows me to re-live pieces of my childhood a little bit more each day.


She finds the magic in the ordinary, and we all benefit.

Where I see nothing but a bunch of ponytail holders, she sees bracelets.


Where I see a pile of cheap, tacky mardi gras beads, she sees treasures.


She forces me to slow down, enjoy the moment, and see the beauty all around us.

How lucky am I?


Pretty lucky indeed.