A lucky penny

The old rhyme for what a bride should have goes like this: 

Something old

And something new

Something borrowed

And something blue

And a lucky penny

For your shoe

I have a beautiful sapphire engagement ring I've had only since May, making it both something new and something blue. 

My parents found an old penny from the 1940s and cleaned it up. I have to give it back to them when I get home. That ticks all of the remaining requirements off my list. 

Yesterday, as Cas and I walked out to the beach here on Denarau Island, I saw a coin in the sand. It was the smallest coin they have in Fijian currency- five cents. 

Just now, I taped an old American penny into my right shoe and a Fijian five cent coin into my left. I felt a little crazy doing it, but I guess it's no crazier than spending almost a month halfway around the world, then getting married. 

The hotel's wedding coordinator should come with my flowers in a few moments, and the wedding starts in a half hour. I'm honestly only writing this so I don't go back to the mirror a thousand times and obsess about my eyelashes or my lipstick or some foolish thing like that. Cas has already left for the beach, and I am already dressed. It's time. And I have a lucky penny in my shoe.