Nah, I'm kidding. We didn't win the lottery, but if we had, I would: pay off my student loan, buy a house in the country and an electric car, invest in John's revolutionary startup, travel around the world, build a super-duper animal shelter, get a Hasselblad, send enough money to my people in Bulgaria so they wouldn't have to worry until the rest of their lives, and go on a shopping spree for books, shoes, and fancy pastry.
Otherwise, I would have kept living exactly the same way as I do now. Because in a way, I already won the lottery.
We bought the lottery tickets just minutes before the draw last Friday, and then went for a walk around the neighborhood. It was cool and air was fresh and the sunset was gorgeous, and I fell in love with John and with life all over again. Waiting to meet the baby you made with the person you love the most is such a treat! Who needs $640 million when you can have kisses and giggles and sweet secret words whispered in your ear every day for the rest of your life, absolutely free?!
After we went home that night we checked out the lucky numbers, and surprise surprise, the only two we have gotten right were 4 and 23.
Which happens to be my due date.