Everyday, it strikes me as miraculous that people find each other. They could start their journeys on opposite ends of the earth, having no idea where they’re headed, and yet still make it to each other’s arms. And yes, sometimes people slip each other by–they get lost or give up too soon. But sometimes they find each other, and it’s magnificent. Because we are so small, and the world is so big, and it seems impossible that two people could ever stumble into each other’s grasp and know that they were meant to hold on. But they do, and I swear, it’s a miracle if I ever saw one.