TruMama

Luck.

You bring glorious golden luck into my days.

Before you, it was all good.

I had your Daddy.

We were happy.

We laughed a lot.

Life was pretty much a bed o roses.

But since you.

Since you, we’re sliding down rainbows into pots of gold among fields of 4 leaf clovers.

Every day I feel like I’ve won the lottery.

Yeah, I have bad days.

Days when I leave work feeling defeated.

Days when I feel like I didn’t accomplish much of anything.

Days when I feel like I can’t do anything right.

But then I look into your soft eyes.

I hear your little voice.

I tousle your silky hair.

And everything melts away.

I no longer remember what I was worrying about.

My step is lighter and my mind calms.

We play.

We sing and dance.

And we laugh a lot more.

What luck I have!

I got your Daddy.

I got you.

I got everything!

I love you too much!