Christmas is Coming....

Merry Christmas! Later this weekend I will try to make Trish's Sundried Tomato and Pesto Tort -- I have renamed it: Torta Trisha.

You know I am not a big believer in mysterious signs, coincidental messages and the like. This despite a deep faith, but there are some "signs" that I thought I would take the time to share with you today.

The Saturday that I brought Trish into the ER, after she was brought up to the CVDL surgical suite, I headed back to the apartment across the street to wait the several hours she was in surgery. I decided to start cleaning up the room. I went to take off the orange Beat AML bracelet that I wore everyday and it snapped and broke. I have to say given what was going on, I did worry about this "omen".

After some cleaning I went up to Weinberg 5B and waited in Trish's soon to be new and last room for her to return from surgery. I watched the Gators play Georgia. The Gators were favored to easily beat the Georgia team. The Gators looked very good early on, but quickly and very unexpectedly fell decisively to the Bulldogs. It was shaping up to be a bad day and possibly another small "omen".


Yesterday, I went to Doris' Italian Market to pick up needed supplies for Christmas Eve. On the way out they had Baci's in small two packs and I picked one up. Trish loved Lindts Lindor truffles; I have the same affection for Perugina's Baci's. Baci is Italian for kiss. Each pillow of hazelnut and chocolate includes a small message of love akin to a fortune cookie message.

I ate both candies. Didn't even bother to read the message on the first one I hate and flung it back in the car. After eating the second one, I read it's message. It seemed to come from Trish. I almost bit Matt's head off as he picked up the box with the message inside on the way home from church. We receive messages all the time. We choose which ones to listen to, believe, respond to. Whether incredible coincidence, divine guidance or sheer luck. I choose to believe Trish has sent me a message.

The Message: "If ever two were one, those two are we"