St. Patrick’s Day was always a big day in our home when I was growing up. To be honest, St. Patrick was not the only focus of our celebration. On Match 17th, we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day as well as my father’s birthday.
My father was born on March 17th, 1909. He passed away on December 17th, 1993. It is inconceivable that he has been physically gone for over thirty years. To this day, I feel his presence in my life.
My father was French. His parents were French. His ancestors were French. His first language was French. But, he always had a bit of that Irish leprechaun in him. He barely reached 5′ high, he had a quirky sense of humor, he had a twinkle in his eye, and no matter what… he always had a spring in his step.
This morning, I received multiple videos from my daughter-in-law Amanda. Some mischievous leprechaun ransacked their home last night leaving a trail of green books and toys and treats that he had rummaged through. There were also ‘gold’ coins that he had conveniently dropped for our five year old grandson Cason to discover. It was hilarious to see Cason’s reaction as he discovered the chaos and heartwarming to know that the tradition of celebrating St. Patrick’s Day has returned to our family. ☘️
In honor of this Irish holiday and all those who are celebrating it today….
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Take care and have a great day! 💞☘️🌞
Seclusion 101 with AnneMarie 