Sure, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, don’ cha know. Fresh buds are sheeting the landscapes with bright greens as if they too arrived for the Irish festivities.
FirstBorn phoned me early this morning while drivin’ into Chicago for the first of the big parades this weekend. As we chatted, I envisioned he and his wife riding side-by-side, dressed in full celtic regailia.
Yeah, my son wears a skirt: a kilt, a sporran (or pouch), fly plaid (depending upon the weather), hose, garters, spats and depending upon the event they’re attending, either Balmoral or a Glengarry headgear. An’ it’s proud I am of him – and all my family.
FirstBorn, FirstBride and OtherBrother are members of The Band of Brothers Pipes and Drums Corps. An annual tradition, they gather in Chicago with thousands of celebrants, for the Dyein’ of the Chicago River, The St. Patrick’s Day Parade and the Southside Irish St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
Sure, an’ it’s a fine day, indeed!
“For you have heard my vows, O God. You have given me an inheritance reserved for those who fear your name.”
Psalm 51:5 (NLT)
Great post about loving and being proud of our families! I was born in Chicago but haven’t been there in decades! I gave up drinking, so no green beer this morning! Not sure I’m awake enough to experiment with green coffee!
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Thank you, Rick. I left over two years ago after the last stay. I like green tea, so I’d give green coffee a go. Be blessed!
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Two of my sister in laws are Irish and the Chicago and Beverly neighborhood parades are really important to them, too!
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In our neck o’ the woods we have a Pickle Parade. It’s green. Anymore at our house we feel accomplished paradin’ around the house in our green boxers.
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Hubby is a little bit Irish and I celebrate anything!
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Sounds like you have a bit o’ the Irish in you too! ❤
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