Most mornings I try to find something to make them special. A favorite cookie, the sandwich cut into a heart shape, or something different. In the afternoon I wait for them to say, "Wow, thanks mom for that special thing you packed for me today" and they rarely do, because there's something special so often they don't recognize it as special.
"Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation." Psalms 68:19
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22,23
Seems like I too may be guilty of not realizing and expressing thanks for all the special things that are prepared each day for me...