He walked over to my mother and she put her arms around him and he put his arms around her and he leaned into her – the way he did with Rosie. Then my father came up behind him. He put his hand on Joseph’s back. Christmas is the season for miracles, you know. Sometimes they come big and loud, I guess – but I’ve never seen one of those. I think probably most miracles are a lot smaller, and sort of still, and so quiet, you could miss them. I didn’t miss this one. When my father put his hand on Joseph’s back, Joseph didn’t even flinch.
