Little Miracles

I can't deny it: it's hard for me to find the beauty in 6 degree winter mornings.

Instead of beauty, I see a 10 year old car that needs sufficient warming up before going anywhere, two kids that I have to wrangle coats, boots, hats and mittens on, and two wood stoves that need to be checked on (more than once, because I am paranoid that my house is going to burn down while I'm away).

We finally get in the car and are on our way to preschool.

As I pull into the parking lot, Buddy exclaims: "Look at the school! It's sparkling!"

Sure enough, it was.

Tiny snowflakes had dotted the side of the pale yellow building and white fence, and the 8:30am sunlight was catching them perfectly. They shimmered and twinkled and sparkled.

We looked around and noticed that the sparkling continued onto the small surrounding snow banks.

All this beauty, right in front of me, that I failed to see because I was too focused on the annoyances surrounding a 6 degree morning. It didn't take me long to also realize the beauty in Buddy saying two clear sentences. For so long, I worried about his speech development. Now, here he was, using his words to show me that magic can still be found, even on cold winter mornings.

Little miracles are all around us if we take the time to listen and look.