I married an irishman.
I stole this from my daughter's blog :D
It has been an adventure. When we were getting married, a few people said " You are marrying an irishman? Are you sure you want to do it? "
I didn't understand what they meant.
Now I do.
And though sometimes it is hard, I wouldn't change it for the world. Most of the time. ( keeping it real, lol)
I've been cooking for St Paddy's Day meal since this morning. I should be done around 6pm.
See, it is his favorite holiday and he is worth the work and effort. I don't get it, but I don't have to.
So, not to take anything away from the love of my life, and going into some facts like his grandma smoked a pipe, and clan mentality is inbred...
The reality is that St. Patrick's Day has become a day to drink and party. That is a shame. It should be a day to honor self sacrifice and joy that passes understanding. To follow the example and surrender the norm. Live to the glory of GOD.
So, off to continue making the meal, and change his children into green leperchauns. (Yikes, I hope the peanut has something green!! )
Go celebrate! Go bless! Go play some music with bagpipes ( or come over to the house and borrow some, we have plenty :P )
And have yerself a Happy St. Paddy's Day.