Luck

I never believed in luck, per se, despite saying often enough, Gosh that was lucky, or wow that person is lucky. I always thought luck was something contrived to make us not belive in God or to think that somehow we didn't deserve good fortune or that we weren't in control of our lives. I think that luck seems like an easy way of getting out of something.

But I feel lucky. Everytime I see him, everytime I laugh with him, hug him, kiss him, I feel like I am the luckiest woman in the world. What did I do in my life that would give me the opportunity to love him? I'm certainly don't feel I've ever done anything heroic that would grant me the privilege to spend my days being his. But that is what I want to do.

World Girl