I spy something green...

My kids are all wearing green tshirts today to display our Irish heritage. I couldn't help but grab my camera and snap a picture of Ava at our front door sporting her little green fairy wings. I'm wise enough to know that it won't be much longer until she's outgrown them and moving on to 'bigger and better' outfits. They likely won't have wings.
The greatest thing to me about St. Patrick's Day is my Irish Grandma. She would be horrified to know that I posted a picture of us without any green in sight on our clothing (it's a requirement around her on March 17th), but this most recent photo of us happened to be taken on Valentine's Day when we were with her last month- thus, the pink.
I have wonderful memories of this holiday through the years. My Grandma Shirley was adopted as a baby, but maintains that she is 'pure Irish'. If you saw the number of Irish decorations, from shamrocks to leprechauns and everything in between, you wouldn't question that she is right. She has put on an Irish dinner for friends and family easch year, sometimes over a period of several days, just so everybody gets in on it. Everything on her menu- the corned beef and potatoes and cabbage and Irish Soda bread are mouth watering. It makes you wish St. Patrick's Day happened more than once in a calendar year- it's that good.
Im fairly certain today, as I reflect back over my life through the years, that I am at least half Irish in my heritage. I'm that lucky.
Here's wishing my "Irish Grandma" much blessing and good fortune in her life. She has been a blessing in mine already. Love and miss you Grandma Shirley. My kids are happy to wear green and share your love of this day with you!