It’s in the cup of coffee brewed slowly in the bright of the morning. It’s in the sun that seeps deeply into the smile lines of your face. It’s in a hug shared with a friend after months apart. It’s in the new song blasting through the speakers on the solitary drive. It’s in the seemingly the routine meetings, the worn down microbiology textbook, and the tupperware meal, repeated five times over because you are a responsible adult. Magic is defined as “the power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.”Stay with me. I am not talking about the Alohomora that will open all the doors in our life, or even the gold ring that will give you all the power in the world. I am talking about the raw, incomparable magic of a father, friend, provider, comforter, and rescuer who influences and infiltrates every crevice of this life, making even the ordinary magical.