In May of 2019 we made a trip to Los Angeles, California to attend our daughter's graduation from the University of Southern California's School of Cinematic Arts. Our 6th floor Airbnb was within walking distance from a Starbucks, which we took advantage of for breakfast during our stay. After getting my Starbucks Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino one morning, I was attempting, albeit not too successfully, to peel the wrapper off the straw. I grasped that wrapper with purpose and tore it but only a tiny piece came off. It fell unnoticed to the table. I made a second attempt, yielding the same results. Another tiny piece tore off. It also fell unnoticed. The third attempt achieved the results I was aiming for. After freeing and implementing the straw and taking a long, sinfully sweet sip of my Starbucks, I glanced down and something caught my eye.
On the table there was a perfectly shaped heart made by those first two errant pieces of wrapper. I was so amazed by what I was seeing right before my eyes I had to take a picture.
Since then there have been numerous occasions where the shape of a heart will appear. The hearts are the signs of who I am; someone who wears her heart on her sleeve. They remind me to keep being myself.
Below are a couple pictures of hearts that have appeared.