Miracles still happen. I experienced one last night I just have to share. I'm married to a wonderful husband (that might be a miracle, but not the one I want to talk about today). He loves me and provides for me. He rarely says no when I really want something. However, for 3 years he has said no to another dog. We have 2 outdoor dogs, but it's just not the same. I was looking for a dog who would sit in my lap, greet me at the door, and tell me when it needed to relieve itself. Over the years I sent Rob many pictures of adorable dogs in need of adoption. To each one he said no. We don't need another dog...we are gone too often...the other dogs would be jealous...who would train it...he was good with his reasons for saying no. I, however, was not going to give up. I continued to send cute little pictures and drop mamoth sized hints. I asked for one for graduation, Christmas, our anniversary, and my birthday. I got nice things for those occasions, but nothing that barked and had a tail that wagged.
This brings me to last night. After a long night of class (killer accounting), I got home, showered, and Rob insisted we go to Matthew and Deb's house (my son and daughter in law). I love to see them because they are 2 of my favorite people in the world, but not dressed in my pajamas with wet hair. He insisted, so I finally agreed. We walked into their house (of course I knocked. You don't think I'm one of THOSE mothers) to find 2 beautiful dauschunds running around. After 20 minutes of playing with them, thinking they were Matt and Debs, Rob finally told me the girl was ours. Yes, a miracle occurred in our little corner of Oklahoma City last night. It may not have made the local news, but it changed my life forever. I have a beautiful new dog. We named her Annabelle. The other dogs will adjust. Rob will adjust. Annabelle will find more love than she thought possible. And I still believe in miracles. If you're still waiting on a miracle, laugh, knowing it may be just around the corner.