Some dates will always stick in my head. My wedding date. The day Will and I decided our marriage was over, and the day I moved out.
I moved out just over two years ago. I didn’t note the anniversary because I am on vacation and didn’t know the date. Which is an awesome thing.
But here’s what I found amazing.
I think I wrote about this but since linking in an iPhone is a huge pain, I will provide a summary. The day Will and I sat down over a fast food lunch to finalize our separation agreement in mid July 2013 (days after we made the decision to end our marriage), I ordered onion rings with my hamburger and got a heart shaped ring. Not kind of heart shaped, distinctly heart shaped.
The two-year anniversary of my moving out, a couple of days ago, I was staying with my son Liam, my brother, and his fiancé, a few hours from the rental house. We were on a tiny remote island. Walking back from dinner (at one of two restaurants on the island) I noticed, deep in a neatly stacked pile of wood, a heart shaped log.
Again, not kind of heart shaped, precisely heart shaped.
I snapped a picture and posted it on Facebook. I didn’t think of the date, until a commenter reminded me of the heart shaped onion ring post.
I’m not sure what it means, but if the onion ring was a sign that I was making the right decision, perhaps this is another positive sign. Perhaps about Tony; perhaps not as precise a commentary.
I am definitely on the right path.
I don’t need signs to tell me that, but they are a nice reminder.