The “L” word(s).

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I don’t use it, don’t believe in it and actually have a strong aversion to it.

Luck. Luck is for cartoon leprechauns hawking toxic breakfast cereal “marshmallow” charms to my unsuspecting generation of Saturday morning cartoon addicts.

For me, the word “luck” implies chance and chance alone. I don’t believe that the blessings in my life are shots in the dark that just happen to fall into my lap. Nor do I believe that the experiences and outcomes of this life are determined by my own hands.

I believe in, and put my trust in, a different “L” word. Love.

Today, 11 years ago, I married my soulmate. I (divinely) knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. And I confidently believe that I didn’t stumble into her life. In fact, I know she was God’s plan for me long before I was established in 1978.

I don’t remember this picture being taken, but it’s still one of my favorites. It captured, per usual and every day since, another one of my lame attempts to make her laugh while she humors my goofy antics. This frozen moment in time is proof that she was made for me.

She makes me a better man and a better husband. She’s an amazing mom which makes me a better dad. She’s a gift from God – and luck has never had any part in it.

Sure, freeze-dried marshmallows are sweet and Saturday morning cartoons were my jam! But much like those beloved toons, luck doesn’t remain. Love, however, doesn’t hinge on chance, but instead sustains and forever fills us up from the inside out.

We love because he first loved us.

1 John 4:19

Happy Anniversary, Danielle. I love you more than Lucky loves his magically delicious charms.

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