Miracle

When I awoke, feeling unusually refreshed, with the early morning illuminating the arc of my cherub’s apple cheek, I was overcome with joy.

It bubbles and fizzes and explodes through my every atom.

No matter how many sleepless nights, how much crying or fussing there is, these moments, single seconds of pure bliss, are the ones that linger. I will carry them with me always, tucked away in my breast pocket like so many precious stones.

What a little miracle I have been blessed with.

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