Let me tell you a story about how I met a most spectacular woman.  She came into my life with little more than a whisper.  An unplanned and wholly uneventful meeting.  You dream of such things you see, as a boy and I suppose as a man too.  That you will get caught up in a whirlwind romance. 

That the love of your life will enter it in such a splendid fashion, that you know from the moment you see them that they are yours.  But things never quite turn out the way you plan, or even hope for.  Sometimes somebody comes into your life and they mean nothing at first, and they begin to grow.  It is like the planting of seeds, the cultivation of a garden. 

A slow and meaningful growth and if you tend to it, it can lead to so much more.  That is how my wife came into my life.  A life I might add, of sadness and misfortune.  No matter how hard I worked, how much I gave to others it had never been enough.  I never won anything, I had no great particular skill or aspirations for a future and there were times where I felt like the universe was against me. 

How could I not when everybody around me flourished, and I didn’t.  I was so set on living my mundane, unlucky life.  I was on the road to unhappiness and an early grave.  That is until she came into my life.  She made me want to make friends again.  She changed how I saw the world. 

Every time I was around her, I felt like my luck was about to change.  Her mischievousness was infectious, and her happiness lifted me to heights I never thought I could reach.  Our friendship flourished into something so much more.  She became everything right about life

The man would never know how truly lucky he was.  A pitiful life on an uninteresting rock, destined for nothing.  To give all that he is to those who did not care for him in return.  To live bereft of happiness, luck and meaning.  That had been his purpose, the point of his existence.  Nothing.  Until he had met her.  The embodiment of luck.  Such a bright, disgusting creature.  She defies everything we set in motion.  Changes the will on the universe by simply existing.  Even we cannot deny her radiance.  Burn bright little sun, for however short lived it may be.

My very own lady luck I call her.  She laughs at me of course, calls me silly.  She cannot see the effect she has on the people around her.  The joy her smile can bring to somebody.  So I will tell her, for the rest of our lives.  May they be long and filled with love.

She is a most spectacular woman.