Coincidence? Not a chance.
It was Sunday (yesterday) the 7th day of the week. I went to visit my mother before she leaves to go out of town this coming Tuesday.
First my odometer smiled at me 5 times:
Then, my favorite clock on Pico and Hoover pointed both its hands on 7 (look closely) when it was actually around 3:30pm:
As I exited my car, I saw a small sparkle from below… it was my favorite bracelet that had been missing since April (I thought it was lost forever):
I arrived at my parent’s place, and my mother handed me money saying, “My change at the market earlier came out to be exactly $7.77, so I saved it for you.” (God, aren’t moms the best?):
At night, I came back home and found a flower on top of the cactus on my street, which has always just been a cactus. I stared at it, and I almost cried. I thought I must be crazy. But like the bracelet found amongst rubble, the small seven’s, the glow in my mother’s eyes as she handed me the money- it was just unexpected beauty:
I took the steps up to my room, and as I changed I realized that I was wearing my Lucky jeans all day:
The signs are everywhere. I think it’s time for a Vegas trip.
(Ok, I just added this picture because I saw there were 6 pictures posted. Oh Vegas, how I miss thee.)
