The first blank page of the new year is staring me in the face. Daring me to write something profound or meaningful or life-altering. But what won’t leave my mind is the magic of the ordinary, the little daily moments that can make me catch my breath and pause. Not trying to find a meaning or moral or life-lesson. Just the sacredness of a moment that is and then isn’t. A whisper that life is worth celebrating. The little moments are worth celebrating.