Right after we had the girls, I started noticing that I would look at the clock at exactly 11:11 every day. Sometimes twice a day. At first it freaked me out. Was it a sign of something bad to come? Was it a sign of luck? This went on for a couple months before I mentioned it to Jamie. Every time I would see 11:11, I would say out loud "It is Eleven Eleven." I tried to rationalize it by thinking that I had tons of down time on the couch feeding babies or pumping or rocking them in silence with only the clock to look at. And since I was consumed by keeping them on a schedule, maybe I looked at the clock all the time. But I quickly learned that it didn't matter where I was or what I was doing ... I would still look at the clock at 11:11.
When my spiritually void, non-deep thinking hubby suggested that is was a sign, he captured my attention immediately. He felt that the first two ones (11) represented Hassie Clare and Quinn and the last two ones (:11) represented their guardian angels... our "almost babies." From the second he said that to me I started to feel it instantly. I knew right then and there the reasoning of why I was blessed with the 11:11 gift.
It is now four and half years later and I might only check the clock 5 times a day, but at least one of those times it will be 11:11. Sometimes I wake up out of a dead sleep, glance at the clock and it is 11:11.
And every single time this happens, my heart fills with this indescribable feeling. It is almost like an adrenaline rush. I close my eyes and I think of my children's guardian angels/our almost babies/:11, and I tell them how thankful I am to them and how much I truly love them. Those 11:11 moments bring a sense of peace and love over me that completely and totally knock my socks off!
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