I witnessed a miracle today.
I firmly believe in miracles. Miracles come in many forms. Some small, some large. It's the small miracles that usually go unnoticed. The ones that are chalked up as being coincidence or fate. Like catching your bus in the nick of time, or having the line go fast at the coffee shop.
The big ones are almost always noticed. Not everyone acknowledges them as being miracles, but you certainly appreciate that something special happened. Like the birth of a child, or surviving an accident.
I have witnessed some amazing miracles in my life. In fact, my father will tell you I am a miracle. To begin with, my mother was in a horrific head-on collision when she was a teenager. She was the only survivor, but wasn't expected to live. She surprised everyone. Later, she was told she'd never have children. She surprised everyone -- twice, in fact. And when I was a few months old, my father will tell you the story of when he was holding me. I stopped breathing, turning blue. He gently shook me and I began breathing again. My father believes in miracles too.
But the miracle I witnessed this morning will probably never happen again. I have heard tell of these things happening to others, but no one I personally know has ever experienced it. I thought it was an Urban Legend until today.
What is this miracle of miracles, you ask?
This morning, The Husband changed the toilet paper roll.