The Button from Nowhere, But Somewhere – What a Sign
This year, in just a week actually, marks 46 years that my father crossed over. Like his passing day, my birthday is next weekend. I’ll be a bit more than 46, oh my...yes.
Today I was doing a little spray painting to change around something for the yard. Out of nowhere pops a white button. The white button in the photo.
Now I wasn’t thinking signs, I was thinking how much I needed to get this thing done before the sun set too far to work on it. I was thinking of all the little bugs trying to jump into the paint spray no matter how much I tried to keep them away.
I was so thankful that the creek had water in it again because the last 2 weeks it’s been almost dry. The wild animals need that water to drink and the little fish and crawdads need it to survive. Paw prints you could see in the sand clay mix of the floor.
Many things I was thinking about, but not buttons, until this one appeared with a plop on the cardboard.
Where did it come from? Did a bird drop it? Crows around me I feed and they can bring trinkets. I had a paint can in my hand….. but how did it not fall off with all the shaking?
After a while I knew it was Dad. Oh buttons. Silly wonderful buttons. There’s a lot of reasons Dad would have chosen a button as a sign.
They go back to when I was little. He would have been about my age now….. Buttons… More in this story later. Right now I'm just enjoying the memories of buttons, CB radio talks, call names and more. Wonderful memories of fun times gone by.
Just remember even a button can be a wonderful sign <3
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