Luck of the (non) Irish

Here's a fun story I think is fitting for today, being St. Patty's day and all. It's one of those little 'non-events' that I will remember all my life, and one that I need to sit down and scrapbook in the near future!

The story of this four leaf clover is cool. I had flown to Vancouver for my brother's wedding, 34 weeks pregnant and about to pop.It was late July, and I was huge & uncomfortable. One afternoon after the wedding had taken place, my entire family drove out to see the lot that my brother was going to build his house on. The field was full of clover, and my grandmother ( a very superstitious lady) had spent the better part of an hour searching for that rare 4 leafed one in the field. I casually ( or not so casually, given my enormous preggo belly)  bent over to pick one, and I was elated when I looked at it - it had 4 leaves. I immediately showed my Grandmother, who very nearly passed out from excitement. I thought since she had been looking so hard for that elusive clover that I should give it to her, but when I tried, she refused, telling me that I should never give away my luck. She said it was a sign that I would have a healthy and happy baby, and that I was blessed. Little more than a month later, I gave birth to my healthy & beautiful son. He was such a good baby, ( sleeping all night at an early age and barely ever cried) and she always said it was because of the clover.
 
I took that clover home with me all the way from B.C. and framed it, and it's been in my home for 10 years now. I'm not even 5% Irish, but I love this little piece of good luck. And the only person I'll ever give it away to will be my my son, who I'll always associate with it!