Actually, there is a story about the duck. In this case, Grandmama Jackie bought Elena this squeaky duck while were shopping in the town of... Duck (yeah, that's it's name).
But this is really a story about why ducks matter, at least to me. When Elena was born, the hospital placed one of those security bands on my arm that matched me to her... to prove I belonged! And we had (as you can see below) ducks on our bands.
Sentimental sap that I am, I instantly began calling Elena my "lucky duck." Which she is. And ever since, my mom has taken to it with gusto... which explains why she bought Elena her very own... lucky duck.
