Today it’s Friday the 13th. Not that I’m superstitious. Far from it. I have no problems walking under ladders and I grew up with black cats, as I recently told fellow blogger Sharon at A Mommas View, whose fascinating post on Friday 13th inspired me to write this one. Actually I’ve often considered myself particularly blessed and, dare I say, even lucky.
Like when I won a competition to Tuscany 13 years ago. It was a random chance competition, sending in bar codes for a bread mix that we used regularly and I’ll never forget the telephone call. I almost fainted in shock. Airfares, accommodation in a Tuscan Villa, cooking classes for two, olive oil tasting, all food and wine, the works. It was so unexpected and it became like a second honeymoon for Hubbs and I.
We extended our prize trip so that he could meet my Italian relatives in the Veneto region afterwards. My wonderful mum and sister moved into our home to look after our kids while we were away so we knew they were in good hands. We were so blessed and, despite missing them enormously, had the trip of a lifetime.
So Friday the 13th holds no superstitions for me. And today, years later, I still feel incredibly lucky. My two darlings, despite being without us for 17 days when we left them (how I worried at the time!) survived and have grown up to be well-adjusted, responsible kids. I have a wonderful marriage, a nice home and an ordinary but blessed life.
May the winds of fortune smile on you this Friday the 13th … and always. May you all feel lucky in love, life and good fortune.
Stay well and keep enjoying the journey.