That is the question my siblings and I ask to this day—How did she do it? How did she manage to look so put together, so stylish, while juggling five kids, five kids who looked pretty stylish themselves, wouldn’t you agree
Happy Friday, everyone! Are you as excited as I am that the weekend is here? I had one of those weeks that you don’t want to repeat. I had to say goodbye to my beloved Pug, Maggie. I did not want to let her go and found those final moments with her gut wrenching. read more
Not easy letting go of my sweet Maggie yesterday. She’s been a constant presence in my life for nearly 16 years. I will remember her always as a joy, a bright spot, a friend till the end. Until we meet again, sweet Maggie. Until we meet again.
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure ’tis like a morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.
~Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr. (lyrics), Ernest R. Ball (music)
Oh, did he have the Irish eyes—deep set and dark brown—they usually spoke before he ever uttered a word. Handsome and heartfelt in his convictions, my father proudly wore his Irish on his sleeve and encouraged us kids to do the same. His father was an Irish immigrant who came to the U.S. as a young man in his 30s. My dad, deeply influenced by his dad, would, after tipping back a beer or two or four, easily slip into an Irish brogue as though he too were from the old country. I still vividly recall a childhood, that when St. Patrick’s Day would roll around each year my siblings and I would go off to school wearing all the green we could handle, covered in pins that said things like “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” and other such sentiments. My mother, always amused, would jokingly remind us that we were French, too, but we didn’t seem to hear her in our frenzy to get out the door This weekend as I celebrate an important part of my heritage I will have a beer or two or four and I will think of my dad and his Irish eyes—the finest I have ever seen.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!
It’s here—the first weekend of what I’ve dubbed the Bright, Shiny, New Year—and how fun for me to watch my niece and nephew welcome it with such abandon. My sister and her beautiful family are visiting through next week and it’s just such a treat to share this downtime together. read more