Lucky 7's

I was born 7 pounds, 7 ounces on the 7th of August. With all of those sevens, you would think odds would always be in my favor. Yet, I seem to get in the slowest lines in grocery stores, I am quite a clutz, I got the serious health issues in the family, red lights whenever I am in a hurry, I never get picked in drawings, and it seems I have to work harder for things that come easier to others.

But sometimes it just takes having a special occassion to make a person realize how lucky they really are. To go along with the sevens, somehow I manage to stretch my birthday for about seven days. We laugh because while mine lasts 7 days, Jason's lasts about an hour. He never complains, and I have gotten dinner dates twice this week with gifts he promised not to get. I was taken to lunch by my wonderful visiting teacher, my great friend Steph, and my amazing presidency. I recieved calls, notes, and visits by family and friends; some who are in poor health and should be taking care of themselves. (The cake was awesome, Tina.) I'd have to say the thunderstorm was icing on the cake. So thank you, thank you my friends who make me feel special and help me to realize just how sweet life can be. Although I dread getting older, I have never felt more lucky to be alive.