"I have been out back looking for shooting stars tonight. Remember when you did that? I saw one! I love you! Goodnight my wonderful daughters!"
My dad sent me that last night sometime during the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert. I smiled, felt my "dad loves me" little warm fuzzy, and quickly forgot.
On the way home (Rob and I were in separate vehicles due to some car issues we'd helped his family with earlier in the evening), Rob and I were on the phone when a brilliantly vast shooting star blazed across the sky. We yelled out, "I just saw a shooting star!" in such synchronization that he didn't even hear my exclamation.
I shared with him my text from my father earlier that night and how it seems more than a coincidence. He replied, "Why don't you call him and sing Somewhere Out There."
"Have I told you that story?"
"What story?"
"About that song....have I told you?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"About how that is my dad's song for me? That ever since I was a little girl, he always thinks of me when he hears that song or looks at the sky?"
"Wow, no, I didn't know that."
This afternoon I called my father to tell him the story rather than text. He added, "You know, your sister and Braelin (niece) responded that they saw a shooting star too!"
Sometimes, the littlest things bring us together across what seems like a universe apart. Maybe it was just a simple meteor shower, but maybe, just maybe, it was more than that.
My dad sent me that last night sometime during the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert. I smiled, felt my "dad loves me" little warm fuzzy, and quickly forgot.
On the way home (Rob and I were in separate vehicles due to some car issues we'd helped his family with earlier in the evening), Rob and I were on the phone when a brilliantly vast shooting star blazed across the sky. We yelled out, "I just saw a shooting star!" in such synchronization that he didn't even hear my exclamation.
I shared with him my text from my father earlier that night and how it seems more than a coincidence. He replied, "Why don't you call him and sing Somewhere Out There."
"Have I told you that story?"
"What story?"
"About that song....have I told you?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"About how that is my dad's song for me? That ever since I was a little girl, he always thinks of me when he hears that song or looks at the sky?"
"Wow, no, I didn't know that."
This afternoon I called my father to tell him the story rather than text. He added, "You know, your sister and Braelin (niece) responded that they saw a shooting star too!"
Sometimes, the littlest things bring us together across what seems like a universe apart. Maybe it was just a simple meteor shower, but maybe, just maybe, it was more than that.
