Have you ever been thinking about someone and have them call or just show up?
That happens to me all the time.
But it goes beyond that. Often, when my husband was at work, if I wanted something, a candy bar, iced coffee, a milkshake, a burrito, fries, popcorn, a lottery ticket and so on, he would come home with whatever I was thinking about. With all the possibilities, there was no way he could know what was going on in my head at that moment, on that day. But he did.
And he wasn't the only one.
When I was getting ready to fix lunch for the kids, I was scanning the cupboard for something that sounded good. I'd just about settled on milk, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and sliced apples, when my five year old daughter came up beside me and said, "Mommy, I don't want peanut butter."
How did my child know what I was thinking? I hadn't reached for anything, and I wasn't even looking at the peanut butter. I should have been shocked, but I wasn't. This is something I've lived with for years, but I can't explain it.