Late at night, lying in bed. I think to myself (what a wonderful world) that we could celebrate again after GuateGirl has been home for a certain amount of time. For whatever reason, the first thing that pops into my head is 100 days. Okay, then, I’ll go with 100 days. I count in my head. The answer startles me, so I count again, on my fingers this time.
100 days after we meet GuateGirl will be the anniversary of PisecoDad’s dad’s death.
Now, just in case you think this hasn’t happened before… you can read about PisecoDad’s dad’s birthday here… and if that’s not enough, realize that PisecoDad and I chose a wedding date (way back when he was just PisecoFiance) and were told after announcing the date that we had picked the wedding anniversary of PisecoDad’s mom and dad.
Interesting, in a spooky-weird sort of way. But why, why, is this the sort of thing that runs through my head late at night? Does it happen to you?
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