Pot of Gold!

I have the world's greatest grandma!  Really.  I'm one lucky girl.  One of the things that I love about my grandma is her love for her roots.  Her grandmother was an Irish immigrant (and I was also named after that same Irish grandmother).  She would always tell us how we are I-R-I-S-H!  She would dress up like a leprachaun and go her grandkids school classes and permanent mark green freckles on their face in front of the whole class!  Never forget who you are!  Irish through and through.  In fact she and consequently all of us her posterity are so Irish that when I had my first child in Italy with and Italian father, when I called to tell her the good news, she exclaimed, "we have another Irish grandchild!"  (No offense to my husband was meant.)

Another thing that I love about my grandma is that she sends me a birthday card every year.  It seriously feels like I win the supernatural lottery and get a POT OF GOLD in my mail box once a year.  Somehow what she writes always touches me so deeply I get teary.  This year in the card was written "...A girl like you just has to be a blessing from above, A gift from God in heaven to enjoy and be proud of.."  with "pround of" underlined.  I felt overwhelming love and knew that for some reason I had a grandma PROUD of me.  And boy do I not want to let her down!

 Then today I got this letter reminding me to celebrate my Irishness and St. Patrick's day!