I first met you on the bus and our eyes met our smiles. Seems so strange that we keep running into each other time and time again. Like the other day when you gave me my first win at roll up the rim. I had been buying at least two coffees a day since the start and had yet to win. This leads me to think you must be of Irish descent, a Caleigh (slim and fair) girl with smile much like a horse shoe, lucky. I love your lucky smile and hope that if you read this it brings some joy to your heart to keep that smile going. —Lover of a Lucky Smile