Everybody told me that

miracles didn't happen.

And I believed them.

After all, 

life isn't a lottery.

Everything's planned out for you.

Life, death,

and everything in between.

Miracles didn't happen.

I believed that.

Now, looking back,

I realize that,

because I didn't 

believe in miracles,

I didn't even realize 

I'd found one

even when it hit me in the face.

She was my miracle.

But I didn't even know.