Article by Wendy McCance
Have you ever had an experience that you can’t explain? The story I’m about to tell you can’t be explained. I’m not sure if I believe in such things. All I can say with some certainty is that my husband was there to witness the following events and both of us lean a little towards the comfort that goes along with believing.
I started to see my future husband not long after my divorce. He was what I would consider to be safe. Neither of us wanted to get involved in a relationship. We used to say that we wanted to be single for at least a year. I had pretty much sworn off the idea of dating. Marriage (I thought at the time) was completely off the table.
My future husband Mike was younger than me, had no children and had never been married. We had become really good friends at work over the last year or so and decided to get together one night. We went to play pool and darts and met a couple who thought that we had been together for a long time. We did have an easy way with each other and laughed and joked all night. Later in the evening we watched a movie. Half way through we noticed that we had been holding hands. We hadn’t realized it until we looked down. We never stopped talking throughout the movie. I don’t remember what the movie was about, but we were too busy talking to care.
This is the extreme shorthand version of how our relationship kicked off. My husband was safe. I was able to put my guard down because I was older and carried a ton of baggage. He was young and carefree and had no drama attached to him. I figured it was nice to have a good time with someone I truly enjoyed without worrying about dealing with anything relationship related. I know that he felt the same way. I mean we had gone ahead and stated we would each be single for a year and had expanded on where are heads were at when it came to relationships. It seemed that we were on the same page.
Somewhere along the way, it became evident that this wasn’t a fly by night relationship. Something serious was going on. I panicked and started pulling away and he started doing the same thing. We still saw each other, but we were both getting scared about the intensity that our relationship was taking on. This is about the time that we started having the unexplained experiences. I would be, for instance, watching tv with my future husband and panicking about where things were going when a white feather would float down between the two of us.
My future husband would catch sight of this pretty much at the same moment as me. You have to understand, this would happen without getting up, moving around or stirring up the air. There would be no pillow, blanket or jacket nearby that could have contained a feather in its lining. The first few times this happened, it was just one of those, huh, weird type moments. After a while, I began to notice that any time I was in serious doubt and with my Mike, the white feather would float down and we would both see it.
This didn’t just happen at one of our homes. It happened at each of our houses, outside and even at my future in-laws home. The moment I took more seriously that maybe this wasn’t a coincidence and that I was being sent a sign was around a year later. My husband and I had slowly given in to the fact that this relationship needed to progress and the one year without a relationship thoughts went out the window. My future husband was at my house with the kids (they had slowly been introduced over several months and this was the only guy the kids had ever met or even knew about in any way). Anyway, Mike and the kids were all playing together when a white feather fell between them. This is when I finally decided that each time I saw a white feather it must be some sign that I was on the right track and that I should trust my feelings.
Since getting married, I have seen a white feather a few times, but it has been rare. The most recent memory of a feather was the only time I ever saw one without my husband present and had nothing to do with him. I was home sitting on the computer and I was probably a week or two into this blog. I was feeling under the weather and I was frustrated from the lack of having a job and feeling ill. I wanted to pursue writing, but thought it might be a foolish dream. That is when I saw the last white feather to date. I hadn’t seen one in a year or two and I haven’t seen one since. But at that moment with my head full of doubt, a white feather floated down in front of my face.
I can’t say with any certainty that I believe the feathers mean anything. All I know is that in moments of extreme doubt, I saw a feather and felt comforted and reassured that I was on the right track. Maybe this is the interpretation I feel I need. Who knows? I can only say for sure that my husband and I shared something unexplainable that we both find to be special. Neither of us had any type of experience like this before we met each other. Or maybe we had but hadn’t been open to seeing it until we met each other.
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