Yeah, stuff like this happens from time to time. Like, you're singing a song, and you turn on the radio and that song is playing.
In our case, my wife grew up in house #163 on her street when she was younger. She's always associated this with her mother, who has passed away. When we moved in together, we noticed there was a car out front that had "163" in its license plate. It was a cool coincidence, but we didn't think anything major. Then, a couple of years later, my wife was nine months pregnant. We ordered takeout food, and the number written on the bag (the order number) was "163". The next day, we went in for a scheduled doctor's appointment, and they induced my wife, who gave birth to our beautiful daughter. We take that as her mom's way of saying that she was there watching over her. Probably hokey, and certainly not logical, but that's how we choose to view it.