I set my project aside and went downstairs to bid him a good day.
As he headed out the door for work, I headed back upstairs.
Half way up the stairs, my ‘gut instinct’ grabbed me, turned me around and headed me back downstairs. I wanted to catch him to remind him of the text. When I originally came downstairs, I had interrupted his texting.
Just as I got to the kitchen table, he had come back in and we nearly collided, as he was reaching towards the table, for his keys.
He looked at me as if I was going to make fun of his ‘forgetfulness’.
The shaking of my head, assured him I was not, then I explained. “You had to come back for your keys, so I did not have to run after your car, to remind you of that text you stopped writing, when I had come downstairs.”
We both laughed. He thanked me for the reminder and we went our ways.
I love it when synchronicity occurs.
Isn’t life actually one big synchronistic dance?