When it comes to luck, my husband has always been well-versed. Ever since I’ve known him, luck has always just floated his way. He’s that guy. He’s the one who get’s picked first out of the crowd, often wins all the stuff at the office Christmas party, is always getting “hooked up” by someone he knows, consistently wins in Vegas and always always has a set of L.A.’s finest “parking Gods” with him. He’s naturally lucky. He’s never questioned it, never taken it for granted, it is what it is…. and I have always been extremely jealous of it! So a few weeks ago, as we were running our daily miles, he asked me if I had ever found a four-leaf clover before?…”Ha! Do they really exist?” was what immediately leapt out of my mouth. I may have rolled my eyes. I may have thought the question was ridiculous. Guilty. I mean I had once believed in their existence, had looked hard and long for them when I was a kid, swam through hundreds of clovers in a desperate attempt to prove that they existed. To be able to hold one in my hand and then keep it forever seemed like magic but I never found one. So I stopped looking. Figured they must be a myth, like leprechauns or unicorns. There was a moment of silence as my eyes came back to my husbands. He was a bit agitated by my sarcasm. “I’ve found three.” he said, with childlike enthusiasm. “No way!” I didn’t believe him. Again, silence. He then got on all fours, in the middle of our workout, dropped down to the grass and proudly stated “I’m going to find a fourth. For you.” I laughed. He searched. I stretched. He searched some more. I decided to help him look a little and then we both gave up. To be honest, we were hungry so we headed home for lunch.
We never spoke on it again. A few days later, Joe was in our backyard, watering the plants, yanking out weeds as he went along (as ya do) when he reached out to grab a bushel of weeds and suddenly noticed a diamond in the rough… a four-leaf clover! In our pot, in our very own backyard. He screamed out my name, told me the story and we both agreed it was pretty damn awesome. We quickly wondered how long it’d been there. Suddenly I found myself looking around for signs of a leprechaun or a unicorn but they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe next time.
In the end, he did it and it only took a few days. Joe’s luck struck gold once again, he had found yet another four-leaf clover. I now believe they exist, which really was the lesson here wasn’t it? I mean, you can’t have luck in your life unless you believe it exists. My husband is lucky because he believes in it. He exudes confidence in it and therefore, creates his own. I tend to be a skeptical scientist on the subject and could definitely use some practice in the fantastical arts. It makes sense that my husband brought this lesson home for me since in actuality, I’ve always thought of him as a kind of lucky charm. I was lucky the day I met him and have found luck every day since. He has always taught me much about love, magic and spontaneity, the four-leaf clover that he found in our backyard… was just a vivid reminder.
So I found a good home for our new charm, blanketed it between the heavy pages of Willy Shakespeare, just above the Sonnets and below the comedies. Every now and then, I’m sure I’ll revisit… just to remember what it is that I have and how lucky I truly am. I love ya babe.