Miracles are a dicey thing. When I think of miracles I think of angels and God and likely a Catholic church. I am not Catholic. I don't believe in a Christian God and I'm not so sure about the existence of angels.
But I firmly believe in miracles. I think that there are tiny miracles that we see every day. I know that I miss most of them and I suspect that you do too. A beautiful sunrise. A flower. A smile. Miracles are every where and it takes a conscious effort to not only notice them but to see them for the miracle that they are.
Growing up, I really wasn't someone who believed in miracles much. Miracles to me would have been my parents reuniting or the kids at school being nice to me. Miracles would have been our family not struggling financially and the little kids in Africa not starving. I wished for those kinds of miracles all of the time and they were very rarely realized. I learned early on in my life that wishing for a miracle to happen isn't enough to make it so. Sometimes it takes something bigger.
Seven years ago today, I learned first hand that miracles absolutely do happen. I try to be thoughtful of the stories of others when I write here so I will say this. A dear friend of mine delivered her daughter much earlier than babies should be born. In the process of that little girl's birth, her mother was very ill. That little girl, well, she's one hell of a fighter and after nearly 3 months in the NICU she came home and she's been a force ever since. She's a little peanut - and she seems to catch most every cold that comes down the pike - but man she is just a force of energy. She is one of the best kids I have ever met. She's funny as hell, smart as a whip, sweet, thoughtful, kind and beautiful. And when I come to her house she runs from almost any corner to give me a hug. How awesome is that?
So as Maya celebrates her 7th birthday today -- I know with great certainty that miracles happen. And we're all so grateful for them!
SMOOCH. :)
Posted by: Keet | Tuesday, 29 November 2011 at 03:25 PM