ser·en·dip·i·ty (srn-dp-t) n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
Two years ago today (though it was a Saturday then), I moved to the Netherlands from America to begin a new life with the Dutch woman I married two months later. It was totally coincidental that the day I arrived was Sinterklaasdag. We didn't plan it that way. But every year since then, Astrid and I will celebrate this day as our biggest and best gift to each other.
That's serendipity. And, YES, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!
I have always loved serendipitous moments. They may be more rare than "normal," but maybe that's what makes them so "fortunate" and "by accident."
This past September, when we spent a few days in England with friends (and met CherryPie, remember?), we had another serendipitous moment that still drops my jaw to the ground. As we strolled by the Royal Crescent in Bath, I looked up to see the entablature above the columns and stopped dead in my tracks.
There they were, just as plain as day. From the entire length of the Crescent, a row of 30 houses with entablatures above, these were the two we just happened to see: a heart (Hart) and a windmill side-by-side. In Bath, England, of all places.
Of all the gifts I've ever received in my lifetime, these rank up there at the top. They "just happened" by accident. Most fortunate because they didn't cost a cent and I'll never forget them!
If you believe in Santa Claus, I'm sure you have your own serendipitous memories. Feel free to share them here...and then store them up as the gifts that can never be lost or taken away from you.
And let's keep our eyes open. You never know when a "by accident" is just waiting to happen!