One year, around St. Patrick's Day, my daughter asked me if she was Irish. I told her she was about half, she asked if she'd be all Irish when she grew up. For some reason, my daughter and I are drawn to Irish people. I just love them, so does she, stereotypically speaking of course.
We moved into our house over 4 years ago and stepped into a pot of gold with the best neighbors you could ever imagine, Lynne, Rich, Emma and Isabelle. We spent so much time together that a 2 year friendship felt like a lifetime. With these neighbors came this magical family, the Flaherty's. The kind of family that makes you feel like your being hugged from the second you walk in the room. The kind of family that makes it impossible for you to be anything but genuine because you know they are genuine with you.
So, the youngest Flaherty, Kate married Bartley Concannon who is equally Irish and just as much fun. What a day!
Sometimes I have trouble with adjectives, I want to say something specific but can't find the right word, not this time. Kate looked absolutely angelic and the best part was that the bridesmaids made it clear. They took a moment to step back and take Kate in and let her know how beautiful she looked instead of getting too caught up in the busyness. The day was peaceful, no extreme rushing, no scrambling, just peaceful. Watching Kate and Bartley's family and friends look at them with such pride and support was incredible. Watching their parents, who have been married for so many years, dance and smile at each other at their children's wedding was inspiring. Watching Kate and Bartley so gentle and relaxed with each other was just right. Just right sums it up. Thank you Kate and Bartley for including me in this day. Thank you to your family and friends for helping me preserve so many memories for you. I wish you all the very best of love and luck. Do you need to wish Irish people luck or is that a given?