Our Luck

When I finally got a test that said, yes, she would come, she was positively on the way, I held my breath.  I couldn't believe our luck.

When I quickly grew rounder by the day I began to think she was real.  Each queasy day was a quiet celebration of our luck.

When we saw her alive and moving on the screen, my heart... my heart burst.

And then I thought our luck changed.

When I saw the technician's frown freeze on her face I knew something was wrong.  When she performed our scan in silence I thought our luck had run out.

When they said the word cleft I didn't know what it meant.  But I felt our luck drain away.  When they said there was a visible abnormality in her heart I knew it was the end of all luck.

Then- the greatest fortune- after examination her heart proved healthy and strong.

So we waited for her.

And then she came and it was so much more than luck.  A treasure landed in our arms.

It has been our blessed luck to bring her home... to love her, and feed her, and watch her grow.  Some days it is up hill and then the hill gets steeper.  And some days we tromp happily down.

No matter which direction we are travelling, I have finally learned, luck arrived with that positive test. Sometimes it hides around the bend, but it is always there.  

Look who made it home in time for Christmas dinner!

And you never know when it might pop up.