Since I have met my husband nearly everything of importance has somehow been connected to a 9. It was not intentional but over time I kept noticing this.
Today on Facebook when showing my memories it showed that two years ago today (June 9) we went on a bike ride. It was actually the first thing we ever did together.
I have always been a number person in my life. Always attracted to numbers. I used to think something was wrong with me when I was younger because no one ever talked about these kinds of things. To me everything was always associated with a number. I would constantly be adding up things to “get the number”. It was automatic not something I was just thinking to do.
I always thought numerals of 9s were so cool too. Everything that went into a 9 would stay a 9. 9, 18, 27, 36, 45, 54, 63, 72, 81, 90, 99, 108 etc- when you add the numbers together they are all 9. I would always find a way it seemed for the number to be a 9 still. It probably sounds crazy but these kinds of things would just be going through my head all day.
So two years ago we went on a bike ride on June 9, in September (9th month) we decided to start trying for a baby, on November 9th Brian proposed, when we got pregnant our baby was due in September (although had her in August), we got married on the 27th (9), we unintentionally named our baby a 9 letter name (not realizing until later after born- also her middle name and last name together are 9, altogether 18 letters- again a 9)- these are just a few things off the top of my head. I honestly wish I had written everything down more as I know it has been constant 9s.
I have read quite a bit on the numerology of 9 because it became so fascinating to me to continuously see 9 occurring. To me it had to be a sign. It had to mean something.
Check out this link to read on the numerology of 9… It really is fascinating. It resonates so much with me.