Life With Boys

Coincidences are a funny thing … Do we read more into them when we need to?

Coincidence 1 —
A bird flew into my house when I was holding it open for Brian to bring in luggage on Wednesday evening. One legend states: A wild bird flying into one’s house is a portent of ill luck, possibly even death.

Coincidence 2 —
About 10 minutes before the hospital called, my niece, Taylor woke up in a panic (this is the kid who can sleep through everything and does not have middle of the night wake-up calls) She told Mindy she missed Grandma, where was Grandma? As Mindy got her settled the phone rang.

Coincidence 3 —
My Mom was a huge believer in the “everything happens in threes” and the doc told us they had only lost 2 patients to ORSA so far.

Coincidence 4 —
On the way to the hospital to pick us up, Matt heard “Margaitaville” on the radio. (It’s never on the radio. And Matt usually just listens to sports talk stations.) I like to think this one is a sign that everything is going to work out OK.