1) My most favorite quote EV-AH! (see the bottom of this page) that I recently found out also hangs on the wall of my hopeful IM's office...
She sent this to me today in a text
2) What I found in my cookie at dinner tonight...
My fortune
3) My random piece of mail. Keep in mind, its been months and months since I've received anything like this. I have NO idea why I got it today and yet, it was addressed specifically to me...
Prenatal nutrition guide that reads, "Congratulations you're pregnant!"
Coincidence? Maybe. Thought provoking? You betcha. I wont say whole-heartdedly that I'm a believer in signs but I wont say I'm not a believer in signs either. It brings to mind the part in one of my favorite movies where a priest stops Alex (one of the main characters) and tells him, "there are signs everywhere". Immediately afterward a series of familiar objects, people, etc cross his path that he deciphers as signs. He of course, takes them to heart, an exhausting search for his love and the mother of his unborn child ensues, he finds her, mom goes into labor, delivers baby on the Hoover Dam and the rest is history. Que sappy romantic song and...The End. Haha, love that movie!
As for my own experiences with signs...Well, this is something I haven't shared with many people but not long after my miscarriage I encountered a sign of sorts. I was running late, trying to get Dakota to preschool on time and had to run to Wal-Mart at the last minute to grab snacks for the class. It was a rare few moments at that time when the twins we had lost weren't in the forefront of my mind. After rushing through the express lane and fenagling my way out of the parking lot, I paused to take a deep breath at the stop light. Then I looked up. The bumper sticker on the car directly in front of me read, "Proud Grandparents of Twins" That was it. No other stickers on the car, nothing special about that day or place or time. Just out of the clear blue sky, a bumper sticker about twins. Never had before and never have since seen another one like it. At first my lip quivered and a few tears rolled down my cheeks. Then, when I allowed myself to think more in depth, I bawled. Not a year before my miscarriage, I had lost my beloved grandpa, "Papaw" as we called him, to cancer. It was a long battle and he was well into his seventies when he died, but nonetheless, it was hard. He was the first grandparent I'd lost and we were close. So you see, when I saw that bumper sticker I instantly thought of Papaw. Even though I consider myself as rational as they come, in my grief and in that raw moment, I thought, "Its a sign...he's got them...he's taking care of them for me in heaven". To this day, I like to think he is. Its a warm, comforting thought and for no other reason than it brings me peace, I've held onto it.
Some might say its a load of hog-wash and I say, to each his own. But as for me...
Well...maybe I do believe in signs.
Wow-that's pretty interesting!! I personally believe in signs (every time I see a feather, I think of my grandma...hmmm...maybe I'll post that story in my blog :). Anyway, I think it's cool and think those are some mighty nice signs!!
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