Today was a miracle day. A miracle that involved a 3:45 am taco Tuesday. A miracle that involved eating 17 tacos by myself. A miracle that involved not regretting it.
It was a day of unbridled joy, a day of unapologetic gluttony. A day when I realized that the key to happiness is not love, or friendship, or fulfillment, but rather a good supply of salsa and a strong stomach.
And so, if you ever find yourself wondering what miracles look like, just look around, or more accurately, look in the direction of the kitchen. Because, trust me, you'll be in for a treat.