My mother was famous for this exhortation, particularly when it applied to one of us kids doing something without being told to do it. “Well, wonders never cease,” was sure to be exclaimed. I can still hear it in my head.
Thus, when I pulled the first tissue out of the new box yesterday and I only got one rather than a fist of half-ripped substance, it was a “Well, wonders never cease,” moment. I cannot recall ever doing this before. It may have encroached into the realm of miraculous, too.
It’s those little things that keep our loved ones near. Danke Schön, Mutter.