If we really believe in miracles, we do more than talk about them. We do more than look at them from a distance. We entertain them. We muddle our way through doubt and get close enough to touch them. We embrace them. We live the miracles.
We ARE the miracles. They are not separate from us, but extensions of us. Love is. You are. The mother of all miracles.
I believe in love, in you, in us.