I believe in small miracles. Yes, the picture of Jesus in the laminate. Things like that get me all excited. So, you can imagine my happiness this morning when I found a little heart in the middle of Kidlet B's Swiss cheese for his sandwich. Can you see it above? That little heart? It's just perfect! So small, so loving, so unassuming. I just wanted to scream with joy! I couldn't have cut a heart that beautiful! And it was all Kidlet B's!
I bet he dove into the sandwich and never looked back. Never even noticed the heart. Because he is a hungry sixteen year old boy. And I am a nostalgic forty-something who likes to see symbolism in such things as license plates.
'Cause you never know? Right? I once was on my way to a date and saw a license plate that said, "BLIEVE." I needed that at just that time. Why? Because I was so down on dating and the whole process. Things got better. And seeing "BELIEVE" turned my attitude around. I believe in signs.
Do you? Do you believe there are little signs that change our day, change our outlook? Perhaps it's just our outlook that sees them. If I wasn't looking at license plates, I never would have seen the "BLIEVE" one. My mind was open to the possibilities of a signal, and it arrived. Whoa. Now I sound like "The Secret."
Kidlet B still isn't home from school, so I haven't asked him yet if he saw all the love in his sandwich. At least he will know his mom cared.
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