Luck is by your side.
Last spring, life handed me an overwhelming series of hardships in what felt like a stroke of bad luck. Around that same time, my cherished four-leaf clover necklace I’d worn daily for years broke. I lost the diamond clover pendant, and even the gold chain was deemed irreparable by the jeweler. It was as if even my small token of luck had abandoned me.
Sometimes life doesn’t just rain. It storms. Without sharing too many personal details, this was a season of profound loss. A death in the family, a relationship, work pressure, and health concerns all converged into that perfect storm. My lost and broken necklace mirrored my inner turmoil as it felt important pieces of my life were slipping away.
Fast forward to Christmas morning. My kiddo Jack approached me with barely contained excitement, clutching a small package wrapped in his own handmade wrapping paper. He beamed with anticipation while I unwrapped his gift.
Inside was a simple pendant. A gold three-leaf clover.
Not the “lucky” four-leaf variety I’d previously had. Just an ordinary clover - the kind we all walk past everyday without noticing.
Jack looked at me with big bright eyes and proudly said: ”You lost your clover, Mommy. I wanted you to have a new one.”
The three-leaf clover, so common it carpets fields everywhere, suddenly became more meaningful to me than its rarer four-leaf counterpart ever was.
Jack’s gift was the most touching and heartwarming reminder: the luck, love, and magic we all seek isn’t found in the rare, hard to find places. It’s also never lost, even in our lowest lows. My sweet kiddo reminded me that what mattered has always been there. He reminded me of how damn lucky I’ve always been.
That ordinary three-leaf clover is now part of my every day wardrobe. It reminds me that what I once thought of as “luck” is actually something far more reliable - the love that is by my side and within, even when I'm too caught in the storm to notice it.
I still face challenges, of course. But my clover pendant reminds me: in our darkest moments, we can find profound strength in the ordinary, everyday love that continues to hold us up even when everything else seems to be falling apart.
Love is everything. Well written. Love you!