Today is 12/19, and I’d like to share with you why I think those numbers have a bit of magic:
The house where I spent most of my childhood, where my parents lived when I was born and where I lived when I graduated from high school, was 1219 Coolidge Street in Fairfield, California. Here’s a recent picture I found on Google Maps, but it looked a lot different back then–light green with purple hydrangea bushes in front of the house. And instead of a red sedan in the driveway, we had a dark green Colony Park station wagon and a Ford Condor motor home.
I used to climb that tree on the left, as high as I could get before the branches swaying in the wind made me nervous. I’d watch the world from up in that tree, and nobody knew I was watching.
My daughter was born on the 12th, and my son was born on the 19th. 1219.
My dad’s wife, Christiane, was born on 12/19. Happy birthday, Christiane!
And last, but certainly not least! My first grandchild, Tommy, was born on 12/19! Happy 2nd birthday, sweet Tommy!
What are the odds, Jan??? I can see why these numbers seem magical to you. I hope you’re enjoying the countdown to Christmas. I know you’ll have a great Christmas because Christmas with a small child is the best Christmas of all. A big Christmas hug to Steve, too.
janet
Good numbers for you! That grandson has a darling face!
Happy 1219 Jan! Reading your blog entry this morning was a wonderful way to begin my day. As my cousin Ron would say “Coincidence? Hah – you decide!”