Celebrate the Simple

The other day, while watching my daughter play, I was amazed by something that she said. She was dribbling a beach ball and when I asked her if she wanted to be a basketball player some day, she retorted, "I already am."
I chuckled and recalled that she is a doctor, a ballerina, the boss, the mommy, and on occasion, the daddy. Imagination is great. She doesn't just think that she could be all of those things, she knows it. Her belief system allows her to be the proud friend of Jellick, the friendly bee (who evidentally lives in the blanket on our couch) but also to be a stickler for routine and rules about other things such as bedtime, where Sleep Baby Sleep must be sung twice, not once, and Angelina Ballerina must be read in my normal voice, not fake English accent I use to copy the animated Angelina. Childhood is also amazing to me because nothing is mundane. My husband arrived home from work yesterday and decided during the cranky pre-dinner hour to teach my daughter to tie a knot. She was riveted. I have to remind myself continuously to celebrate the simple and to embrace the moments inbetween the events of the day.
Today my moment inbetween should be sharing a Shamrock Shake with my daughter...what happened to the Shamrock Shake?