The sewing place where I teach a few miles away has a wonderful stream of children coming through. Their parents come eagerly to fetch them, and exude over their tote bags and stuffed animals. They are almost never late. 

As it happens, this week one girl was not picked up. It was a lovely day so I invited her to wait with me outside on the steps. We chatted about school, and I wondered where her ride was. After fifteen minutes, a friend walked into the parking lot. Not for her, but for me. 

"Hi, Lori! We are having a birthday party in the same building and wondered if you want to come sing to the kids!" 

When the sewing student was gone, I trotted up the other stairs and into a room full of familiar faces. They were finishing up their pizza, and were ready to make some music. We did a couple of favorites, and I waved goodbye, considerably happier than I would have been simply driving home on schedule. 

What are the odds? That I would be waiting there, that there were windows, and that my friend happened to look outside and saw me? These are the very same darlings that I have been singing with every week, some just since September and others for a couple of years. 

I believe in coincidences, but this was out of a romcom. The thing is, the kids probably thought it was just part of how their magical lives play out. Grandparents walk through the door, presents appear under the tree, and supper lands on the table. Why wouldn't Miss Lori arrive at a party? 

It reminds me to live as if good things fall into place.