Yesterday was Saint Patrick's Day.
Another holiday with specific cultural significance for specific
ethnicities or sects of religion. No big deal, right?
Except my family came over from Ireland
long before the potato famine that drove so many Irish immigrants to
America in the mid-1800s. You'd never be able to tell that I'm Irish,
however, if you looked at my luck.
Unlike the stereotypical Irishman, I
have never displayed any good luck to speak of.In fact, I've
sometimes joked that if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at
all. But that all changed when I met you.
You came into this world on this day
significant to my ancestors. In essence, you are the living
embodiment of all of my life's good fortune. Because you love me, I
am one of the luckiest of men.
You prove that I have the Luck of the
Irish.
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