I just spent a week with my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson in Atlanta. I'm calling it my miracle week. You see, I got there in a round-about way. Not exactly a planned trip. The first miracle is that I didn't get the cold that was going around her place, though I wiped many a runny nose. Secondly, the weather was warm and sunny, so we had many good times playing outside. The previous week it had snowed there and when I was leaving, it turned a cold 37 degrees with rain. Thirdly, it was a very important week for my daughter to transform into "Working Lady" with important sessions at the State Capitol on behalf of families who need special insurance coverage (hers being one of them).
Lastly, it was miraculous how my grandson accepted the change since he usually has separation anxiety. We had a grand time together and I think it was easier for him since his mom and I look so much alike. I'm grateful that all these things came together spontaneously. Miracles happen.
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You forgot to mention a few other miracles:
- the miracle of loaves and fishes, in which you made delicious meals appear from an empty refrigerator
- the miracle of the organized desk, in which you made a desk appear out from under a pile of paper
- the miracle of the best chicken soup ever, cured even laryngitis
- the miracle of Magical Nana, who appears in the night
Thank you, Magical Nana!
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