I am touched by some pretty unusual things sometimes...and of course by some not so unusual things as well.
An unusual thing: after dropping Jansen off at preschool and heading back home, I spotted a line of UPS trucks caravaning up the road to begin a day's work. It was almost inspiring to me. The way we all wake up and do our thing the best we can and the world keeps spinning because we are all doing our little part.
A perhaps not so unusual thing: the beautiful butterfly that looked like it was flying straight for me, I honestly wondered if it might hitch a ride on me, and then it flitted away to do something else important. It was a tiny, happy moment for me.
Not unusual at all thing: my kids. Jansen laughing his head off all alone in his room because he was harassing a fly. Natalie knowing that Jansen was at playgroup and she needed to squeeze in lots of time playing with his favorite cars...she ran around the house with one in each hand.
I have decided, and I guess always known, that there is magic in the seemingly ordinary day. I have also decided to try harder to see it and feel it and find it and experience it, because it makes me really happy when I do.
Magic moment from a few days ago...Jansen sharing his peanut butter sandwich with little sis.