“Miracles happen only if you believe in miracles.” – Paula Coelho
Miracle One
The other day my mom came over to do some yard work while I was gone, and the kids were at school. Completely gracious of her.
When I came home, I put Cooper the dog and his friend Ziggy in the backyard to play while I had an online meeting. A few minutes later, I realized I could hear Ziggy barking – from the front porch. Hmm…
My mom had left one of the yard gates open. The dogs ran out into the front of my house. While I don’t live on an extremely busy street, it is a street in the city of Seattle with modest traffic, and plenty of places to wander off to. But when I opened the front door, they were safely on the front porch INSIDE a little gate that I have to keep them from running out the front door.
How did they both end up on my front porch on the SAFE side of the gate? If a neighbor did it, they didn’t knock on the door. And to my knowledge, Cooper can’t jump that little gate. And how did they stay together? I’ll never know, but I’m grateful.
Miracle Two
I have a hot tub on my roof deck. It hasn’t heated water in the last couple of years and I’ve assumed this is because I need a new control board. I think it’s not a hard fix but a pretty expensive part for a hot tub I’m on the fence about.
The hot tub is 20 years old. I can’t get a new one because it requires a crane to swing the hot tub up there. So, I’ve gone through some years of replacing parts, many years of not using it, and other years of using it as a cool off tub for the kids.
The other day the kids and I were cleaning it and getting ready to fill it with cold water. I opened the place where the filter goes. Miss O peered in and noticed the head of a kids toy jammed into where the pipes come together.
She got a fork and pried it out. After we finished cleaning it, I filled it up. Guess what? The hot tub works again.
The Giggle
I’ve written in posts about the stories I tell my kids about Simon the bad cat who died six years ago. Like last week’s post, The Archetypes of Story, where I told some favorites about the times he’d run away, break into other people’s houses, and even died on the operating table, only to be revived by kitty CPR.
He’s a favorite character in the house. Even for four-year-old Mr. D who never met him.
So when Mr. D noticed our plastic laundry basket was missing a handle, he said, “What happened to that basket? Did Simon do it?“
It is so good to have someone to blame for everything…
Love these little miracles.
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Me too, VJ! They don’t have to be big – but they make my day!
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I love these small miracles 😍!
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Aren’t they fun? Thanks, Ganga!
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What nice stories. Thanks for sharing, Wynne.
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Thanks, Jane!
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Miss O! My new favorite mechanic! 🥰
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Mine too!! Hope we stick with the trend of fixing things!
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Yesssss! 🥰
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Great news about the dogs… we have two and that always worries me, even with an invisible fence and the ht tub, a true miracle and who knew? Cats get all the blame, I am sorry about that. Not really! Keep being creative and let Mr. D using his imagination!
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Thank you, Clay! I am with you about the dogs. And both are just puppies so I am beyond grateful that one worked out!
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Did Barbie break your hot tub? Ms O has a good head on her shoulders to pry it out! Whoever the character was, you have a good new in joke like the cat. PS so glad the dogs are safe, whew. 🐕
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You have me laughing, Rebecca. Actually, it was a construction worker man from Ikea. All head, shoulders, and hat were too much for the hot tub…. 🙂
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Ikea deconstruction man… 😉
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Small miracles can bring big joy! Glad Simon the cat lives on.
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Oh, I absolutely adore how you put that, Belinda! Yes!
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Wonderful miracles Wynne!
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Thank you, Cristiana!
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A good laugh and a new definition of miracles. Here’s hoping a few bigger ones show up, too!
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Yes! Here’s to small AND big miracles!
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My life is overflowing with miracles. But I might have to find my own Simon when things aren’t going as planned….
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Oh, I adore your sentence, “My life is overflowing with miracles.” I love that, Rose. And a Simon is always so useful… 🙂
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Thank you for sharing your delightful stories, Wynne–some GOOD news to make us smile!
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Thank you, Nancy! I love how you put it – some GOOD news indeed! 🙂
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Wonderful miracles!! I love your story about Simon. We have Evan the mouse who takes the blame for all sorts of stuff.
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A mouse — a perfect scapegoat. And now as I type that, I wonder why “goats” get so much of the blame? Thank you, Susan! Happy 4th!
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Some situations are unexplainable and wonderful. ✨ A pleasure to read!
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Unexplainable and wonderful – perfectly said, Michele! Thank you!
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Thank you, you reminded me of my own hard to explain moments. Life is full of miraculous moments. ✨
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Those are the kind of miracles that I like.
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Me too, Edward. Thank you and happy 4th!
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Happy 4th to you too, and have a great weekend.
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I suppose then, that Simon put the kids toy in the hot tub filter, and distracted your mom so she left the gate open. I mean, it’s so obvious when you really stop to think about it, isn’t it? I vote to rename him “Simon, the Miracle Cat”. (I wonder if Mr. D would approve?) Very amusing post, Wynne. 🙂
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Oh, Susan, this is soooo good! I love your rewrite! Simon the Miracle Cat it is!
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Love these little miracles indeed and how it was one of the kids toys that did the trick in the end. Enjoy that hot tub again and your 4th of July together!
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Thank you, Ab! Isn’t that funny? Hope you enjoy the end of the first week of summer!!
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Here’s my theroy on the pups: Cooper and Ziggy got into a little mischief, then felt guilty and recruited and crafty neighborhood squirrel to let them in the gate.
Also, I love that Simon the cat takes all the blame. My mom has a naughty (and clever) Siamese named Simon growing up, and everything was always Simon’s fault.
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Oh, I like that theory, Erin! Yes!
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Must’ve got your species wrong. Simon’s not a cat…he’s a scapegoat!
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I’m laughing! Totally right on that one!
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I love those miracle blessings, hooray on Miss Fixit finding the toy causing the problem, and LOL on Simon the scapegoat/cat!
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Miss Fixit – I love that, Dawn! I think she’s going to like that nickname!
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Laughing out loud at Miss O’s ingenuity. I agree that it’s good to have someone to blame things on, living or dead, what does it matter?
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Wow. What a week and it appears to me that the universe is just returning to you the kindness and generosity that you extend to others all the time. I love that you are being showered in miracles Wynne. Hugs, C
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I love how attuned you are to the little things that happen around you. Keep it up!
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Beautiful post Wynne. Little miracles can be so special
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Wow- great stories! Maybe you should buy a lottery ticket or hit the casino in case the miracle streak is still alive 🤑
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These miracles make life so joyful, don’t they Wynne. Great stories and miracles. Wishing you many more! 💕
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Hilarious about Simon, the scapecat. So great about the toy head. If only that had been found sooner, but, hey, such an easy fix! And wild about the dogs!!!
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