While others experience dumb luck, Alec and I are blessed with love luck. Under this force, the world treats us wonderfully simply because we are so in love. We first recognized this the day of our wedding. In out last minute search for a place to spend the night before our hiking honeymoon, a women sent us away from her dingy and cluttered motel as she directed us a few minutes down the road to a bed and breakfast which overlooked the Great Sacandaga Lake. Here, the happy inn-owners gave us the key to room number six (Alec’s favorite number) and told us of the southern rock band scheduled to play in the living room that evening. Later, we listened alongside strangers who had been informed of our story and celebrated accordingly. While a man bought us glasses of wine, the singer gave us a shout-out, thanking us for coming to celebrate with them. Throughout the night, the bass player pointed to the two of us and thumbs-upped his approval at our union before hugging us both in an overflow of happiness at our good fortune at finding one another. And so our unplanned reception continued in all its perfection.
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