Even after all these years, it never ceases to amaze me. Everything around me has this sense of… magic to it.
It isn’t just the fact that I’m an immortal now. Or that I have Edward. Or Renesmee. Or the rest of the Cullens.
It isn’t even the fact that I still have my Dad in my life.
Or even that I get to keep my wolf-family, too.
None of that compares to the magic I see every day. All the colors, the scents, the sounds. People – normal people – don’t get to experience it.
But I do.
And I’m so grateful.