Freakish Coincidence?

The Boy was due on my birthday, at the end of March. He was born three weeks early to the day, on a day we never expected, the one that belonged in fact to my father's father, the day on which we had joked to everyone (and I mean everyone -- at least in the family) -- if the baby is that early we'll name him / her after my grandfather!

We ended up having to do so. Not that we're at all sorry, but still.

What's even weirder about that is that *I* was due on my grandfather's birthday, and was almost three weeks late. An hour from being induced.

My father asks me today, after they arrive -- when's this next baby due?

May fifth, I tell him.

And he says -- the grandfather you never knew? Your mother's father? His birthday was May 2. Three days early (instead of three weeks) and you can have a kid born on each of their great-grandfather's birthdays.

This time, I haven't made any jokes -- or any promises -- about naming this coming baby after his great-grandfathers should he / she arrive on the proscribed day.

I know it's dumb, but it's stuff like this that makes me believe in a higher power. The little things. The seeming random -- and yet not random -- stuff. I think maybe God is in the details.