As children we believe that the existence of magic is self-evident. Playing in the woods, we know that there are fairies that live in under mushrooms, and elves that live in ancient tree stumps. As we mature into adults we start to forget about this magic. But then there comes a point when we remember there's magic: it's when we become parents.
Whether it was hearing Annabelle's first kitten like cries as she entered the world, being the first thing that her sleepy little eyes saw as they opened for the first time, having my thumb be the first thing she grasped, or the minutes that stretch into hours as I spend the day staring into her little sleeping face I remember that there's magic in the world, and it's in my heart and in my love for my daughter.
Wow, those are either the words of an emotional new parent, or those of an A-class cheese ball...
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