Miracles. According to the great Google:

1. An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.
2. One that excites admiring awe.

Sun. Sunday. Sunglasses.

There are not that many sunny days left in Vancouver. Gah! Just writing about it depresses me already. And last Sunday, was sunny.

Sundays are the days I get to sleep in, and I freaking love it. And to spoil me rotten, my dear loving husband prepares his very delicious home made waffles that come to my bed followed by freshly brewed coffee. The aroma is pleasantly intoxicating and awakening, who wouldn’t love Sundays?

After breakfast I joined the family for some play time. It was then when I noticed a little minion reaching for the sunglasses by the patio door. Like a diva who knows her way around sunglasses, she took them and attempted to placed them around her ears as she was slowly walking towards the patio door where she then stayed standing still. Was she appreciating the view while sucking up the sun or was she just trying to understand the magic of shades? I’ll never know. But thankfully I had my iPhone to snatch a photo and preserve it.

All until now, the only stuff allowed to be on her nose were snots, dust or bits and pieces of food. I’m happy that somehow a piece of this happiness occurred on Sunday, while the sun was out and being able to capture a photo of the toddler wearing sunglasses. God only knows how much I’ve tried to get her to do so, and also my credit card at how much I’ve invested in colors and designs to make them all appealing to this creature of nature. This was my miracle.