Some things feel monatonous and mundane. Like waking up, dressing kids, feeding kids, cleaning breakfast up, taking the dog out, and cleaning kids up. Repeat many many many more times that day. But if you stop and listen and look at their little faces so full of love and wonder it makes the mundane very extraordinary. My three year old will notice a tiny beam of sunlight shining onto the floor and put her hand in it and say look it’s magic mama. I love looking at the ordinary and see extraordinary through their innocent eyes.