Small Miracle

Tonight I met my husband at Starbucks to pick up my daughters.  I drove there happy, looking forward to seeing them.  When I arrived, there were hugs and kisses all around.  My husband and I sat at a table outdoors while the girls ran around.  He showed me photos of their activities over the weekend.  It was the first time I did not feel like a knife stabbing me because I was not invited or welcome to join in their fun.  It was the first time I only felt happy for the girls' fun time and didn't even think of how I felt.  I didn't even notice that I wasn't sad or angry until we were on our way home.  Then I thought, this is no small miracle.   I was joyful for my daughters and did not cloud our weekly reunion with my sadness.  Thank you Lord for this huge miracle.