I never tire of John's Hello's

The other day I was wrestling with a problem.

As I often do, I talked to John about it in my mind. This particular day I was out in the backyard with Bella. While she sniffed and enjoyed the yard, I continued to turn the problem over in my head, wondering what course to take. One outcome kept rolling around in my mind and I wondered if this was the answer. I took a few steps forward, looking down at the ground as I walked and then I saw it.

In fact, I was about to step on it. I could not believe my eyes.

There, right in front of me, was a beautiful Hello from John. A sign that he knew what was going on with me. A sign he was with me. A sign he was trying to use to show me what he thought of my choice.

Like just about every house out here in this part of Arizona, my property is covered in landscape gravel. It doesn't need watering in this desert area and always looks nice.  The gravel is made up of small irregularly shaped stones. 

But just in front of my right foot was this rock. It stood out from the rest because of its color and then its shape. I was not sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. But I picked it up and then I knew. It was exactly what I thought it was.

For me. 

From John.

Thank you, Sweetheart.

Message received.

I love you, too.

Namaste.