They say that as we get older, we stop expecting miracles. But I, it seems, have forgotten how to stop believing in them.

I truly believe that miracles hide in the little things: in a favorite song suddenly playing on the radio, in the aroma of morning coffee warming your palms, and in that one particular look that makes everything inside feel quiet and warm.

Tell me, do you believe in miracles?

Even just a little bit?

I don’t think it’s difficult at all—

though, I suppose, you do have to be a bit of a romantic!

Do you think I’m a romantic?

Perhaps—but that doesn’t get in my way at all.