Christmas miracles are wonderful. I can’t imagine anything warming a parent’s heart more than having their child returned from a coma, or from being captured, or kidnapped.
Still, it doesn’t take a miracle to warm my heart.
Still, it doesn’t take a miracle to warm my heart.
I look at my life and know that as awesome as a miracle could be, there is not much that could really add to the everyday joy and love that hovers around me in the faces of my family and friends, who are really just part of one huge family.
My miracle is you, that you exist at all, that you touch my life, that at the very root of everything…
We are.
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