Always with the clocks...

I woke slowly this morning.
Realized there was not the foot of a 4 year old lodged in my kidney for a change.
Rolled over and opened one eye to peek at the clock.

7:11

I chuckled.

She's always playing with the clocks to let us know she's here.

Like the day she passed away and she stopped the only battery operated clock in our house at the exact moment that we got word she was passing.

And seven month later when she stopped the clock on the hospital wall at the exact moment that Lily was born.

And a hand full of other times.

Could be a coincidence I suppose.
But I think it's just her way to remind us that since the moment she left on 7-11-07 she has kept a watchful eye on us. Happy for our victories, disappointed in our stumbles, but never ceasing to love us.
That's just who she was.