Last week, my husband and I took our children camping for a few days with some friends from church at a State park about an hour away. We had all had a blast, and it was a wonderful time of fellowship and refreshing.

The puddle in the picture on the left was there all week. To most of us, that puddle wasn’t anything spectacular. It’s a puddle that’s formed in a low spot where who knows how many bikes have cut through the grass right there.

But to my four year-old daughter? That puddle was magical. The very first time she set eyes on this puddle, she excitedly exclaimed that she’d found a dinosaur footprint.

We had to pass this puddle every time we trekked up to the bathroom, and every time my daughter was in fresh raptures over that ‘footprint’. She wondered how big the dinosaur was, and where it was now. She was so excited.

In other words, she saw something mundane and ordinary and her imagination made it truly special and unique.