The first time I knew my daughter was pregnant I was sitting in a car with a coworker getting ready to go in to somebody’s home.
We were sitting on a short little street.
A short little one way street.
Daughter calls me on my cell phone. SHe told me she wanted to talk to me, but not until “tomorrow”.
When I hung up the phone I looked at my friend and said “she’s pregnant, I just know it”.
I vividly recall that moment. I remember the little gold car of my coworker/friend. I remember her face when I told her. I remember the sunny day. I remember where we had just parked the car to go in to this house.
Tonight it occurred to me that this moment I first learned of Grace O’Malley’s presence in my life started right in front of the house that we have just purchased and are preparing to move in to.
This is a wonderful coincidence.
It is just a wonderful memory.