Miracles and Migraine Headaches

I am a firm believer in miracles. I try to focus on finding miracles every day. Well, illness and all, yesterday was no different. Keelie joined me in the bathroom yesterday where I was soaking the toothbrush tray in a sink full of bleach, (that's what I do when I'm sick; I bleach things). As she gazed into the sink, I asked, "What are you thinking?" She looked up at me and answered clear as day, "Don't touch." I can't tell you how many times I've looked at that child and asked her what she was thinking only to be answered with a blank stare. It's truly a miracle. And even if she really wasn't thinking don't touch, I was. That would make her a mindreader. Even more miraculous, don't you think?

So what do we do when a miracle occurs at our house? Why, we celebrate. That's right, I made my husband drag his sick wife and kids to the University of Utah campus to watch the Red Rocks flip and fly to victory, (that's women's gymnastics, yo). We had a great time, queazy stomach, throbbing head, and all.