Believe

We had just finished dinner, and our waiter brought our check over to us.  On top of the bill, there were two.  Neatly wrapped.  I quickly ripped my open and read it out loud.  It felt about right...we are due for some big things.  For some big news.  I put it into my purse for safe keeping.  When I feel down I want to read it and know that I still have hope. 

I was taking the train to the city the other day and gently put a glass bottle of Starbucks coffee into my (new) purse so it wouldn't leak.  Got on the train to realize it had in fact leaked all over the interior of purse.  Tried to rescue what I could.  Saw the small peice of paper soaking, or better, swimming at the bottom, and pulled it out and placed it on a ledge to dry out.  I must have put it back in my purse at some point, but I hadn't seen it since on the train.  Hadn't thought about it either.

Last night I was remaking Bailey's bed.  She likes to kick all the covers out of her bed sometimes, so we carefully remake it into the queen's bed she so rightly deserves.  I picked up one of the blankets and the fortune floated down to the floor like a falling leaf.  I picked it up and smiling, I read it again.

Why is it that people can tell you over and over again that good things are going to happen, but I read a five cent fortune and I believe again.  But it's true, I do believe again.