I used to overlook

 I used to overlook how magical the little things were.

The way the light would pour into the living room.
How one small laugh could fill the whole house.
How tiny hands could make the biggest mess and somehow, the sweetest memories too.

Now, I get to see it all again.
Through their eyes.
And it feels brand new.
The wonder, the joy, the magic I didn’t even realize I’d been missing.

It really is the little things.
The ones that seem so ordinary, until one day you look back and realize
they were everything.