When I was about three and a half years old, I found a real four leaf clover in the backyard of friends of the family. I don’t remember doing this, but my mom had saved it for me at the time. She wrapped it in plastic wrap and the put a little post-it note on it that said where I found it and the date. She must have given it back to me at some point, and I placed it in the bottom of a jewelry box. The four leaf clover sat there for years and was forgotten.
About a month before I got married, I started to pack up everything to move out of my parents’ house and get ready to move in with my husband to be! As I sorted through things, to my surprise I re-found this four leaf clover! I was astonished to find it after all these years and it was still in perfect shape!
At that point, I decided to pass my four leaf clover onto my husband to be, Patrick. I wrote him a little letter, slipped the four leaf clover inside, and gave it to my brother Matthew to give to Patrick on the morning of our wedding, before we saw each other.
Here is a an excerpt from my letter to Patrick on our wedding day:
“25 years ago, when I was three and a half years old, I found a four leaf clover in the backyard of a friend of the family. Little did I know the luck that it would bring me throughout my life. The chances of finding a four leaf clover are 1 in 100,000 and I feel that the chances of finding true love are the same. I was lucky enough to find not only a true four leaf clover in my lifetime, but also a true love that will last forever.
The leaves of a four leaf clover are said to stand for faith, hope, love, and luck. I hope that we always have a strong faith, have great hopes for our future, always stay in love, and are blessed with a little luck.”
Patrick placed the four leaf clover in his pocket that morning. He had it with him as he approached the church with the bagpiper playing outside. He had it with him as the groomsmen lined up in the front of the church, and the bridesmaids lined up in their green dresses in the back of the church. And, he had the lucky clover with him as I walked toward the altar to become his wife.
Patrick kept the clover with him the entire day of our wedding. He also carried it with him the day after the wedding, when we got together with friends and family at my parents’ house to continue the celebration. After that day, we never saw the lucky clover again. We don’t know what happened to it or where it went. Maybe it was someone else’s turn to find some luck. We don’t need the clover anymore, because now that we have each other, every day is our lucky day!