Sometimes, in the middle of the hustle and bustle that ranges from chaotic noise to the mundane, I look over at her and
time
just
stops.
It stops, and for that split second — for that little sliver of a spin around the sun — the earth is still and I breath it in and my heart can hardly hold the miracle of it all. I am overwhelmed by the overwhelming reality of what we call life, all this breathing, moving, walking, seeing, feeling.
And simply to be here right now, present and alive — well, isn’t that the greatest miracle of all?