
Labor Day weekend filled our streets with Irish Bands, International foods, hoards of people, plenty of Lager, and a visit to a psychic who was doing readings on the street.
My husband and I both had our palms read. 3 children (one soon?!), a small surgery, success in a career I haven't begun yet, a long life, and matching love lines with Mr. Soul-mate himself...were nothing compared to the information she spilled to my husband. She went deep into his childhood, and neither of us led her to all of the information she knew. She described both of our personalities to a Tee. We were gobsmacked.
Do the lines on our hands really hold the keys to our hearts and our destiny? Are they like a road map, with many avenues of possibility, and countless destinations?
(I'll let you know...three babies later.)