Miracle

The classic oldies station was on our radio today, and interspersed with commercials for a reverse mortgage and a reputable knee replacement clinic was some great music from back in the day. "This Is It" written by Kenny Loggins and Michael McDonald was playing, and I sang along. I was particularly happy because I had just returned from buying toothpaste and paper towels, both of which were phenomenal (my new word) deals at the local drugstore. I was greeted with admiration and perhaps a touch of envy as fellow shoppers saw the Valentine's Day headband I was wearing. Pink hearts on springs on top of my head, a gift from my dear roommate/friend.

It was a good day. Valentine's Day. My day off. I got up this morning and had some delicious coffee, then promptly went back to bed and slept for almost three hours. I guess I needed the extra sleep if I could do that. This is the story I tell myself any time I sleep during the day.

The weather was beautiful. Sunny and crisp. Bright blue skies with puffy white clouds. I enjoyed being outside. I crave the outdoors, and spend as much time in it as I can. It always makes me feel better.

Later I caught up with some emails, and I answered one from a woman who is on a similar journey to mine. I told her about one of my miracles, and said that maybe she was ready for hers. Life is full of the phenomenal, the miraculous. Life. This is it.

Susan