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.
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.