I used to forget how magical the little moments were

 I used to forget how magical the little moments were.

How the light would hit just right in the living room.
How the smallest thing could make a whole room fill with giggles.
How tiny hands could make the biggest mess and somehow, the sweetest memories.

But then I get to see it all again, through my child’s eyes.
And it’s like I’m living it for the first time.
The wonder, the joy, the magic I didn’t realize I missed.

It’s in the little things, the things I’ll look back on one day and realize were actually the big things all along.