Being the sentimental sap that I am, I believe in signs. The times when little things happen, that wouldn’t have significance to someone else, but they do to you… I believe they are more than just coincidences. Clearly, this isn’t the best description of signs, but trust me, I believe in them.

Earlier this week, we learned that a co-worker’s wife is pregnant. And just a few minutes ago, there was a discussion going on between him and another girl in our office, talking about the pregnancy. I was at my desk the whole time (and for once didn’t have my headphones on), so I was lightly eavesdropping on the conversation. The girl asked him when his wife was due. To which he replied, “October 26″. Not just “October” or “the end of October”, but specifically October 26.

Which was Peg’s birthday. And 5 years ago today, we lost her.

I smiled and looked up. I knew it was her saying hi. You can call me crazy, but what are the odds? In that moment, all the stars in my universe aligned to give me a gentle reminder of Peg. To the girl on the other side of my cube, she probably didn’t think twice about it. But, for me, it was a heartfelt connection to someone I’ve thought about and missed everyday for the last 5 years.

This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. A couple years ago, Erin and I travelled to Italy. The night before we left, I was packing my bags and decided to throw in this little travel journal I purchased in London on my last trip abroad. And leading up to this night, there was a picture of Peg that I had cut out of one of her Europe scrapbooks from her travels right out of college, that I had somehow misplaced over 2 years before this night. When I dug the travel book out of my book chest, I opened it to read what I had written thus far, which was nothing, and ended up finding that picture, tucked under the book cover. I again smiled and looked up. What were the odds I’d find this picture of her that I hadn’t been able to find for years, the night before I was to leave for Europe, the place she inspired me to see?

Just as she told me she would always be there, she always is. And for these little glimpses of hope, faith and love. I am thankful.

Note: Your regularly scheduled blogging sarcasm will return next week.

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