Angels, They Do Exist: 8/365

Our basement is atrocious... I mean, atrocious. I would be very comfortable in saying that we could likely win an award for the most disgusting basement out there. It's old, and wet, and dank, and a little asbestos-y... maybe :-|. And so, so cluttered. We have moved a couple times. Okay, a few times. And with each move, we gain more crap and take it along, never really fully unpacking from the previous move. I have had enough and so has my husband. So, we decided to begin tackling it; bin by bin, box by box. We actually had a blast doing it. Being together for a third of our lives now, we found so many fun things down there and got rid of a LOT. What blew my mind though, is that from the beginning of the day until the very last box I went through, my grandmother was in Cards, letters and pictures literally falling into my lap the whole day. I just sat there smiling and crying. I couldn't believe it.

I found a little hand written letter she sent me while I was away at college, my sophomore year. Her handwriting, her sign off, her little "I love you" sticker on the back seal, they were all so familiar yet so missed though it was right in front of me. I melted into a puddle holding this letter.

The last box, I found a picture I hardly ever remember seeing. I had no idea I had it. There I was, maybe 9 months old, sitting on her lap. Oh how beautiful is this picture?

These synchorniscities are no mistake. They are signs. I remember first hearing this word and not being sure what it meant. If you're unfamiliar: "Synchronicity is a concept, first explained by psychoanalyst Carl Jung, which holds that events are "meaningful coincidences" if they occur with no causal relationship yet seem to be meaningfully related." They are around you, I promise. Keep your eyes opened and you will see them. They'll give you a hug when you need a hug, and calm you when you are aching for peace.

My sweet Memom. I heard you loud and clear today. I love you, too.