So the other day, one of my kids found a four-leaf clover. No kidding!I, too, was skeptical when my daughter ran up to me claiming her find after poring over the grass on her school campus. I mean, who hasn’t looked and looked to no avail?
When she handed me the clover, I gingerly turned the stem between my thumb and index finger: One… two… three… FOUR!
“I told you,” she said with a big grin.
Now, I don’t consider myself an overly superstitious sort but when we spotted a rainbow an hour later, it was very tempting not to give in to my kids’ pleas to go looking for a pot of gold at one end (or the other).
As we prepared to have friends over to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day yesterday, I hung the now dried-out four-leaf clover on our refrigerator per my daughter’s request. And I got to thinking.
Our family is already blessed, but within days of Barcelona’s clover find some positive changes happened in our lives. Sure, I know we worked hard the last few months, but I can’t help but think a little “luck of the Irish” didn’t hurt either!
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