This story is just about living and life's little miracles, whatever that may look like. It can be simple if you'd like it to be. This is a simple story that is extraordinary. At this point in time you may question if you have ever even experienced a miracle. When you reach the end of my story, I hope you find several reasons that you have. <The cover photo came from Pinterest before being altered, I do not own> ****** I pecked her forehead and she set it to mine. Together we inhaled the air. It was sweet... as sweet as it had always been. No, sweeter. The same old air I smelled alone in all the springs before, I now share with another. My baby. My flower. My little miraculous miracle. "I love you my baby. My flower... Miracle."