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By Cindy O'Dell, Parent, Amarillo, Texas

With the hustle and bustle of life, sometimes I forget to take time to be grateful for the seemingly "ordinary" things. My children, Shane and Breezy, have an uncanny knack of jogging me into reality or setting me back on my heels to remember my gratitude for the "ordinary" or little things life offers.

My daughter, Breezy, is hearing, vision and other health impaired. She is an extraordinary child. Doctors predicted that she would not see her first birthday. We celebrated her 10th birthday this summer, and the miracles never cease.

Our home lies in a perfect location to see many of the airplanes and other aircraft approach the Amarillo International and Tradewinds airports (an airport for smaller aircraft) and the Bell Helicopter plant which produces the V-52 Osprey.

One cool, fall evening, Breezy came running and screaming into the house from our garage. Quickly, I ran to see what was wrong. She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me outside.

As we reached the end of the driveway, she began screaming and jumping up and down. The dark of night had provided the perfect backdrop for Breezy to see airplanes flying overhead. Her excitement never wavered as she witnessed three military planes, two private planes, a commercial jet and the V-52 Osprey. As each plane flew within close range over the field behind our home, Breezy began to tremble she was so stimulated by such a rare sight.

These sights are nothing new for the rest of the family. For Breezy, it was one of the most thrilling sights she had ever seen. The sunlight during the day prohibits her from viewing the clouds in the sky, to say nothing of an airplane. The virtually pitch-black sky coupled with the airplanes' bright lights from the landing gear opened a new window for Breezy's viewing pleasure.

While Breezy was busy basking in the events that most of us consider "ordinary," her brother pulled his car into the driveway. Breezy dashed to the driver's side door and frantically tugged at her brother's arm, practically dragging him to the end of the driveway to share this momentous occasion.

As Shane and I stood watching the night sky as witness to Breezy's new adventure, we wondered just how often we must take "ordinary" things for granted. Her enthusiasm was contagious and once again, my daughter made me put other things aside to take time to be grateful for the little things in life.

With a million things left waiting for me to accomplish, I stopped to say "Thank you, God, for granting such an 'ordinary' miracle."