Do you happen to see 11’s 111’s 1111’s everywhere?

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I had never noticed the numbers 11, 111, 1111.  Now I see them everywhere!

2 1/2 years ago an ICU nurse mentioned to me that this little girl will be special.  She was born on a date that holds special significance.  She will be watched over by angels. 

 It was already an emotionally charged day.  I  thanked this nurse for her kind sentiments and her care.  Over the next few busy weeks, I almost forgot about our conversation. 

Then, I slowly began to notice 11’s, 111’s, 1111’s.  I would see them on the stove and microwave clocks.  They would often appear on the car dashboard and on my cell phone.  Even the motel room we were given had the number 111 on it, the last room at the Inn. 

I mentioned this to friends and family and I now receive texts with screen captures and photos of the numbers 11, 111 and 1111.

There is a lot of information online describing the possible significance of these numbers. A number of sources cite that events linked to 11:11 appear more often than can be explained by chance.  Folklore? Synchronicity? Coincidence?

I actually have no idea whether these numbers randomly occur or whether they are a form of divine intervention.  Although, now when I see 11’s, 111’s and 1111’s, I  stop for a brief second, take a breath, and pay attention. 

 I do think all children are special.  I do think all children are watched over by angels.  Of course, this little girl is extra special to us, and she just happens to be born on January 11.

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Empty nest……..again………

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Gorgeous weekend…………. some exploring, lots of quiet time……..no firm plans (my favourite kind).  Then, why the melancholy?

I see the rubbermaid containers filled with clothing size 3 to 5, the extra yogurt and fig bars in the fridge, and the many dinosaur books and toys.  I should be happy for her.  I am happy for her.  Then, why the melancholy?

Last week, she asked me whether I would miss her when she starts school.  She was so excited to show me the new school clothes she had picked out.  She told me the name of a friend that would be in her class.  

I told her that I will still see her lots. She will have a lot of fun and many stories to share. I told her that people who love her will be happy for her. Then, why the melancholy?

I have gone through this before.  I have had practice.  I should be good at this.  No one told me it would be just as hard, 30 years later.  I should be having all of the fun, without all of the responsibility.

  Then, why the melancholy?

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