Small Miracles

Last week, I was in need of some things to go right. I traveled to New York with Baby m, and M stayed in Michigan with E. M was so good about the whole thing, volunteering to give up true family time so that I could go spend some quiet time with my extended family. Yeah, big miracles are nice, but small ones stacked up together aren't bad either.

All of our flights were on time. With Northwest, this is indeed a small miracle. Even on the way home, when we were stuck on the tarmac for 40 minutes, our plane somehow landed in Detroit on time. How, you may ask, can you be 40 minutes late for a 2 hour flight and still land on time? Uh, I have no idea. And on 4 legs of travel, Baby m only cried twice, both times during descents. He was as close to perfect as I could ask for.

During my visit, my sis and I went shopping for crafty things at A.C. Moore, and EVERYTHING we picked out was on sale. Even stuff that wasn't marked was on special, like a flower container we thought was 10 bucks and turned out to be a dollar. We filled five or six bags full of treasures and didn't even use up P's gift card! Then, when we did the flower arrangements, we had exactly the amount of everything that we needed.

The whole time, Baby m was charming, pleasant, smiley, and best of all, he NAPPED! And this kid doesn't nap. He fell asleep at all the right times, he slept through the barking dogs, and he woke up happy and rested. Everyone took turns holding him and he never complained. One morning, I found a blinking firefly in the bedroom, watching over his crib while he slept.

Every time I called home, M and E seemed just fine without me, which made me a little sad, but was what I needed to hear. I needed to focus, and I did. So thanks Baby m, Big M, and E, and thanks Universe. It was a downright perfect week in a very imperfect world.