Lucky & Happy

I am so lucky, which makes me so happy. 

I am so lucky to have the friends I do that it makes me cry.  I know it’s sappy and I’m being mushy, but when I was a little girl I wanted to grow up and be beautiful and happy one day.  It’s the thing I used to wish for on stars and on dark nights when I leaned on my windowsill and stared up at the moon.  Dear God, when I grow up, please let me be beautiful and happy.

God made me work for my prayers but my prayers have been answered.  Never mind that it took nearly thirty years.  Patience is a virtue, yes?

Only a funny thing happend on the way to beauty & happy.  I discovered beauty isn’t what’s important.  It’s love that’s important.  And if you love others, they’ll love you back and that love will you make you beautiful and happy.

I have never had so many people I care so much about.  I have never had such abundance of hope and love and joy.  And it scares me a bit because I can’t pray for more of anything.  When I pray now its just to say thank you.  Thank you for the love.  Thank you for the gifts of the spirit.  Thank you for the blessings in my life.

I am a very lucky girl.  I am a very happy girl.  And the best part of all this luck and happiness is that I learned how to do it, learned how to get it, learned how to feel it because I haven’t always been this way, haven’t always felt this way.  I thought luck and love and happiness was reserved for other people.  But that’s not true.  It’s a gift we have to grab for, it’s a gift we have to want, and it’s a gift we have to give ourselves—each day, every day, over and over. 

Love, love, love.  Open arms, open eyes, open heart.

Don’t be afraid.  Live big.  Love hard.  Be happy.

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