“Where there is great love, there are always miracles.”

— Willa Cather

Twenty-seven years.  How is it that twenty-seven years have passed since that Pearl Harbor Day when my sweetheart and I said, “I do?”  On our best days, we say it was a day that will live in infamy.  On our worst days, our dark humor turns to the theme of sneak attacks.  Either way, we’re in it for the long haul; because when the Joneses and the Steads say, “I do,” we mean it; and we say it with great love.  And where there is great love, there are always miracles.

Mark and I often wonder what our lives would have been like if we had met when we were younger.  Instead, we were in our mid-thirties and already combined our three children to make an instant family.  When we take into account our mutual love of children, we realize that the count might have been higher by then rather than an instant nuclear group.  Nuclear things sometimes are our allies, and sometimes they explode; but where there is great love, there are always miracles.  Somehow we managed to take that unrelated group of people and join them at the hearts.  Now, we often forget that biologists would tell us we are not really a family.

Before long, we added two more babies; and Dan and Emily had the dubious honor of bonding with the other molecules that made up our compound through shared DNA with all of their siblings.  They were welcomed, loved, and claimed by us all, and they carry with them all the best of all the families that joined before their births to create the foundation that supported their home.  In their minds, it is normal to have five or six grandmothers and grandfathers and extended family with many names and many cultures.  It has taught them to love and be loved in an extraordinary way; and where there is great love, there are always miracles.

It was great love that created each member of our family, and it was great love — a commitment to love — that brought us together.  Whether each day is one that will live in infamy, or whether it is a sneak attack day that makes us want to duck and cover and wait for the dust to settle, we have come to expect miracles.  More importantly, we have come to understand that it is through loving — even when the emotion runs thin and we must rely on the commitment — that we create the miraculous life we live.  Celebrate love with us today.  Let it be great and let it overflow in every way it can.  It is the stuff that miracles are made of.