St. Patrick's Day

What would St. Patrick's Day be without corned beef and cabbage with potatoes, soda bread, and of course a mug of cold beer. I don't know why I only make that meal on St. Patrick's Day. We all love it - Richard especially. Sort of a quiet day. Richard and I went to a cigar store for a show or whatever they call it. They have a salesman there - everyone gets a free cigar - food, wine, and beer. I really enjoy going - although we usually don't know too many people there. Richard always runs into someone he knows - of course. But it was a nice afternoon. The weather was great and then I get to pick out a couple of flavored cigars. I have somehow gotten myself enjoying them. I am so against smoking - yet here I am lighting up flavored cigar on Saturday night. I tried a Kahlua one last night which I wasn't sure I was going to like - it was good though. This is new bad habit for me so I am trying different ones to find out what I like. My favorite has to be this raspberry/champagne with a vanilla flavored tip.
"If you are lucky enough to be Irish, then you are lucky enough."

It's A Boy!

I have given two baby showers in the past 5 years. Both times I have had so much fun. This past one was for my friends daughter and we had such a great time. I was most excited that the baby was a boy. It seems like every baby I have had to buy something for recently has been a girl and being the mother of two boys - I always have fun when I get a chance to pick out girl things. But to me there has always been something special about a baby boy.

My own boys are 19 and 24 years old now. I sometimes think it would have been nice to have had a daughter, but I think I would have felt like I missed out if I had not had a son. God blessed me with two sons - and they are so completely different it amazes me. I am very close to both of them - Their personalities are very different - and my relationship with each of them is just as different. I don't think I really expected to remain as close to them as they got older. I had this idea they would sort of outgrow me or something. But I guess that doesn't really happen - they just need me differently than they did when they were younger.

I think about how quickly the time passed and miss the days when they were young - but I also enjoy the relationships I have with them now.

“Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.”