08/16/2026
Sometimes, a sign doesn’t arrive in the way you expect it to.
My husband was building a home and getting ready to install this flooring when he stopped, took a photo and sent it to me.
His message simply said:
“Do you see a face?”
I looked at the photo.
“Yes. I see a face.”
But it wasn’t just a face.
I knew that face.
It looked like my father.
The eyes. The nose. The expression. There was something about it that felt instantly, unmistakably familiar to me.
And perhaps that is the beautiful thing about signs.
Not everyone has to see what you see.
Some people will call it coincidence. Some will explain it as our minds naturally finding familiar faces in patterns — something called pareidolia.
And some of us believe that every once in a while, the people we love find the most unexpected little ways to remind us…
I’m still here.
A knot in a piece of wood.
A feather in your path.
A song at exactly the right moment.
A familiar scent that seems to come from nowhere.
Maybe signs aren’t meant to be proven.
Maybe they’re simply meant to be recognized by the person they were intended for.
And this one?
This one felt like it was meant for me. 🤍
Do you see the face too?
