Every moment, and every experience, from the most beautiful to the ugliest, are miracles. When I was a child, this was clear to me. I was a living, walking miracle, and everything around me was too Somehow, in adulthood, this has been harder to remember. Maybe it's the weight of adult responsibilities that distracts the mind from awe of the flowing miracle. Yet that miracle is no less true now than when a child. The more we can remember this, the better.