Erin Go Bragh

Most of you know that every holiday is celebrated with much vigor in our family. Blame it on my mom. From the time we were little she put in so much time and effort to make the little things very special for us. I am not sure why - maybe she is making up for the unexciting childhood she had or maybe she wanted us to appreciate and celebrate all walks of life. My guess is she thinks doing all these things is fun and wanted to instill that same enjoyment of life into me and Chris.

Job well done. We are firmly ingrained with much holiday craziness. Why do I do it? It's tradition, it's fun -- absolutely. Celebrating throughout the year gives me opportunities to show my family I love them. Not that I need the holiday, but it sure helps me come up with ideas.  My friend Chrissie sent Jack a Halloween card for his first Halloween that said: "Enjoy festive holidays sweet boy! Your mom will make every holiday outstanding for you - even the most obscure of holidays."  She couldn't have given me a greater compliment. 

Saint Patrick's Day is one of my favorites. Green and orange are my favorite colors and I love the Irish lore. There is a great parade each year. I like eating corn beef and cabbage. Flogging Molly rocks. It is a chance to party during Lent. It isn't like Christmas or Easter where there are all these obligations and stress. What more can a girl ask for?

Today the boys are dressed their green outfits. We went to get doughnuts for breakfast (although they were out of green sprinkle doughnuts, seriously Lamar's?). We delivered doughnuts to the teachers at the Little Gym and to our friends the Wilsons and the Harms-Crails like leprechauns leaving pots of gold.

 Before nap we read the story of Micheal O'Finnegan. We made Guinness and chocolate mint cupcakes. Later we will head to Grandma's for corned beef and cabbage. Then mom and I get to go to see the Colorado Symphony's Saint Patrick's day show. Good stuff.

Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!