Signs

I always wonder about signs. Not the kind that tell you to stop or yield or go slow (not technically, anyway) but the kind that tell you "Pay attention to this...this means something."

I believe in them, of course, to a degree. And I tend not to ignore them. I never considered myself the superstitious sort, but my Celtic blood is full of intuition and refuses to be ignored.

Today was a cold, cloudy winday day where I live, and just as I was about to look at the clock for the umteenth time, the sun came through the window behind me.

I have a dozen or so photos on my wall here in my little cubicle, and the sun is shining directly on four of them: My older brother and me as children in Ireland (him on a donkey and me standing next to the donkey), a wedding photo with my husband and me smiling into the camera, toasting our nuptials with champagne; a black and white of my husband and my youngest daughter at my brother-in-law's wedding; and a photo of my oldest daughter, taken a few years ago. She's so beautiful with her hair red in the setting sunlight, and her freckles standing out against her fair skin. I have a beautiful family.

Now I also have many other photos around these, not touched by the light from the window at all, regardless of their clsoe proximity to the other four. To the untrained observer, this would mean nothing. To me, it means something along the lines of staying close to my family, appreciating them more, loving them more.

The sun has moved since I've been writing this. Only the fourth photo has its light on it now. My oldest daughter. My teenager. God help me. LOL