another sign that i've got baby brain

I have an (almost) daily ritual. A ritual that I didn't even really realize was a ritual until recently: lunch time walks. I get an hour for my lunch, but in my efforts to save money and eat healthy, I usually pack a lunch and eat it at my desk while working. This means, I have a whole hour to do whatever I want. Sometimes my hour is filled with errands - running to the bank, shopping (that's an errand, right?), making phone calls, etc., but most of the time I have one whole delicious hour to spend however I want. I love going for walks around our beautiful city, Vancouver is so amazingly beautiful that I take it for granted sometimes.

Lately, my walks have been leading me to Chapters. I find that spending a whole hour browsing through the books is such a great escape from a busy work day. Bliss.

During one particular visit, I decided to venture into the kid's section; I don't know why, but I just felt this really big urge to go in. Within a second of stepping in, a small, unsuspecting book caught my eye. It was a beautiful book; white pages, with very little words or colours, a book that I can imagine reading to our children in the future. As I was flipping through the pages, I couldn't believe my eyes: two of my most favourite pieces of art (by my most favourite artists) were displayed on the pages. Then I got to thinking about the name of the main character of the book. I like the name. No, I love the name. So much so, in fact, that I could imagine giving the name to our child.  Once back at the office I emailed Hubby, with my fingers crossed that he also loved the name.  He did.  He does.  Now we have names picked out for both a boy and a girl.  We're screwed if we have two kids of the same gender, or three kids, or if any of our friends/family use the names first.  We'll see, if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.

It's not strange that I was thinking about names (I've been thinking of names for my future children ever since I can remember), but I can't help but feel like there was something greater pulling me towards that book. 

Was this a sign?

Was I pulled into that book by something greater?

I never go into that section, why did I pick up that book?

Was it a coincidence that the art featured on it's pages were painted by my two favourite artists - or is that another sign?

Do I believe in signs?

What are signs?

Are they real, or are they just things that appear when I look into something too much?

Am I just watching too much Oprah?

Sound crazy? Maybe. But for now, I'm going with it.