Luck or Lucky

Our kids are lucky. In more ways than they understand at the moment. I mean they have two parents that love each other and love them dearly. We provide for them. We spent our time with them. We take time to teach them. We listen to them. We talk with them. The list is long.

To them, lucky can mean so many different things. Insignificant to us but very important to them. Remember sitting in the yard looking for a four-leaf clover? If you found one, you were said to be lucky. So, in accordance to that, we have two lucky children. It does happen and our yard, as big as it is, has thousands of clover in it. So when one child finds a four-leaf clover and proves it to us all, that challenges the other to look and look and look.

Hey, I found one!

What are the odds of that happening? Well, it did. On the same day, within an hour of the first clover being plucked from it's green sea.







We have two four-leaf clovers carefully placed between wax-paper and slipped between the pages of two large books to be pressed. Once that was done, a question was asked. "What do we do with them now?"

Any suggestions!