~IRISHMEN AND LUCK~

We will have a big party with all the family. There will be Irish music, corn beef and cabbage and my daughters will do the Irish jig and everyone will try it. There will be at least a few dreams of how to get rich..and everyone will know that we won't and it make for laughs.
Being Irish and being raised by Irish people and marrying an Irishman...I can tell you this, the Irish ARE lucky for the most part...and I don't mean money wise. Actually I don't think gold has a great deal of meaning to them. My Irish family were all dreamers and the dreaming meant more than the gold itself.

There were always dreams of riches..but not much else. They loved to share stories and dream of ways to find wealth. I loved my Irish childhood, rich in love and rich in dreams and wonderful stories of Fairies, wee people and pots of gold at the end of rainbows.
Then one day I realized...if we have no dreams...we have nothing.
We are a big family with lots of love...and by the way...every single one of my children have green eyes..all seven. ~smile~ So did Patrick and so do I.
Happy St. Patricks Day...and lots of love and hugs.
May the road rise to meet you and may the wind be ever at your back..
Love,
Mona