Once again St. Patrick’s day was here and now is gone . . .

Every year I think about writing this post and somehow I miss the deadline – promising myself that I will make it up in the year to come.

But this year I decided to go ahead and write this post anyway . . . even if it is a bit late.

For years I never believed in luck . . . not at all!!  I did however believe in hard work – lots of it!  I believed in (and often quoted) the phrase “Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity” – a phrase that I absolutely loved and lived my professional life by.

But then one day that all changed . . . and here is the story of how this happened . . .

It was on a beautiful spring day when I received a phone call from a friend who’s family member had just been diagnosed with uterine cancer . . . as I talked with her on the phone – I decided to take a walk out into the pasture in front of the house in which I lived as a single mom with a young child.

During our conversation I looked down . . . and in the middle of this very large meadow – I saw what I thought to be a four leaf clover . . . and sure enough it was.  It was the biggest four leaf clover I had ever seen – I picked it up and I told my friend that this was for her loved one . . . that this somehow had to be a sign . . . the luck of the Irish – which she was.

( I myself was adopted – so never had any knowledge of any “luck of the Irish” )

Then something happened – I found another one even more beautiful than the first one . . . I again told my friend that with all these four leaf clovers something good was sure to come her loved one’s way!

Well – over 10 years later – I am happy to say that my friend’s loved one is as healthy as can be . . . and for that I am truly, truly grateful!!

But as good a blessing as this is – this is not the end to the story I am sharing . . .

You see – I took these two four leaf clovers inside the house and I found a very large book to press them in . . . life then continued on as it normally did . . .

Over 6 months passed – I forgot about the four leaf clovers as I was living my life as a single mom, working as hard as possible . . . and taking care of the one thing that mattered most – my little boy Pierre.  I knew that he was all that really mattered at that time.

Slowly I began to date a very special man . . . it was going along well – but I was nervous about the whole idea of a relationship again.  I decided it was time to let God take over . . .

Then one evening I asked this man I was dating a simple question . . . “what day is your birthday again?”

After he answered – I said something like this . . . “hey – I have this big birthday book – let’s see what it says about you . . .” I then grabbed this big blue book – not even thinking about those silly little four leaf clovers from months before . . . I asked him his birthday . . . threw open the book . . . and . . .

t h e r e.   t h e y.   w e r e.

right there on the day of his birth . . .

I couldn’t even breathe as I slowly closed the book back up knowing that I had put these in this book months before I ever even knew his birth date.

I will never forget looking into his eyes – knowing that this was the man I was going to be with for the rest of my life.  It may perhaps sound silly to a few of you . . . but I knew at that moment – that this was so much more than just the luck of the Irish . . .

I finally understood that this was the true plan all along!

Peace and love to all of you!!

xoxo – liz

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Oh – by the way . . . my son now plays high school sports for the Fighting Irish!  Coincidence?  I think not!

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