The beauty in a tiny fall flower covered in droplets is there, waiting to be noticed. It is a matter of choosing to take the time to see it. Daily life tends to steal these moments from us. It’s not bad or good, it just is. I notice in my work with preschoolers that children stop and are in awe of the glitter of frost on concrete in the sun while the grown ups are completely consumed by being cold. Walking from place to place a leaf that is an odd color is noticed and picked up by little hands, or a rock, even a piece of bark from the playground that stirs their imagination. Taking a lesson from the children, putting aside some of our grown up logic and enjoy the magical frost making diamonds everywhere. They are the fingerprints of God, oh how He loves us.