This morning I woke up and, while still a bit drowsy, was checking notifications on my phone. One of the first to catch my attention was that “Molly Marie” had liked this picture I’d posted yesterday of Sean and Abby together after arts camp.
Still groggy, I was confused and at the same time loved the idea that their sister, Molly Marie, in Heaven somehow had managed to let us know she likes the pic.
Then I flipped through my mental rolodex, trying to recall who I was connected with that goes by that name on Facebook. And it didn’t take me too long to figure out it was one of our kids’ babysitters, whom we haven’t seen in awhile.
After that reality check, I needed to move on with my day, getting ready to workout and so forth. However, it was nice, if even for a moment, to believe that our baby girl wants us to know how she feels about her siblings.
Do you believe in signs?
Have you experienced anything like this lately?
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Hi,
I’m fourhens from twitter. I just realized you had a blog. I don’t know your story, but helped deliver a stillborn grandson at my house years ago, and my heart aches for him still all these years later. I love this story. This happens to me every time I hear the name Owen. Signs are everywhere – I hope you acknowledge them for exactly that. I love this story. What a gift. Your kids are adorable. Hugs..
LGH
(I told you I’m working my way backward through your old blogs!)
I love this!
I DO believe in signs. What others might classify as ‘coincidence’ or ‘siliness’ I see as very real indicators of currents running below the events we are aware of.
I recently introduced myself to the new mail delivery person in my building (on a Federal facility in Colorado) and discovered that he met my brother when they were both in a military hospital in Texas in 2007!
I also find that similar names on my Facebook page confuse me all.the.time. Wait, I had no idea my friend Sally felt so strongly about that issue! Oh, wait, this is Sally X and she definitely feels that way. I was thinking of Sally Y who couldn’t be more different. LOL