Well, I’m not going to wish you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
When I was a little girl, my dad told me stories about when he was a little boy. His mother made him wear orange to school on St. Patrick’s Day since, “We’re proud Scots!” Poor dad came home black-and-blue with bruises from all the pinching.
Still, he enjoyed telling me, “We’re proud Scots!”
Not that I have anything against the Irish.
After all, you can’t be quite as taken with Colin Farrell as I am and not like the Irish. And I love an Irish accent. It’s a good thing there weren’t any Irish guys after me at Moody, or I might be posting this from the Emerald Isle!
Instead, since this week begins Holy Week, I’d like to direct you to Alice’s amazing post on her fascination with Easter.
I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did!