Its all perspective.

Over the weekend my cute 3 year old son came over to me, so excited. He wanted me to look out the window. Outside the wind had kicked up and leaves were swirling and twirling through the air. He stood at the window for the longest time, watching it. It really was a beautiful sight and for a three year old boy was completely magical.

Imagine my disappointment when I logged into Facebook a bit later only to find that one of my neighbors was complaining about the same leaves blowing into her yard. "They're not my leaves" she said. "Why should I have to rake them?" It made me a little sad. She had totally missed the beauty of the moment. She didn't see the magic.

How many times do we miss out on the magic? Some days my kids drive me crazy. Sometimes my husband annoys me. Sometimes my friend hurt my feelings. I have to decide at that point....am I willing to miss the magic?