I Believe in Miracles

A few weeks after losing Josiah, I lay awake late one night.  I felt empty and sad.  My arms literally ached with the emptiness.  Then I felt something.  I felt a hug from my son.  I actually felt the weight of his arms around me.
For a week I didn't tell anyone about this, lest they think I was losing my mind.  Finally, I confided in my dad.  With goose bumps on his arms he told me, "A week ago, I was laying in bed late at night praying for you, and I prayed that you would feel a hug."
So yes, I do believe in miracles.