Irish Magic

St. Patrick's Day is a little extra special around our house. Ten years ago, Brad proposed on St. Patrick's Day. (I will save that story for another day, though.) Since then, we've added two little leprechauns to our home, and I would say the Luck of the Irish has definitely been with us.

The past two years, the leprechauns have come to visit us on St. Patrick's Day. They leave a trail of footprints from the garage all the way through the house to the kids' rooms. This year, the trail started on Daddy's drill press (he was not thrilled), so as soon as the garage went up the kids knew the hunt was on. They literally squealed and burst in new gales of laughter at every footprint--all 28! The trail wound through the garage and into the kitchen, where those sweet leprechauns left green shamrock cookies on the counter and Guinness stew in the oven. The trail then went through the family room (the footprint on the ceiling fan was especially hysterical), up the stairs, down the hall, and to each bedroom. A bag of gold (chocolate) coins and lucky charms was on each bed, and it seems the little guy jumped out Issa's window, at least that's where the trail ended. It was such fun.

As much as I loved that hunt, the highlight of the evening was after dinner. Spring is in full bloom, and we spread our outside comforter in the front yard and enjoyed the evening, complete with popsicles for the kids and ice cream for the grown-ups. The four of us played the cloud game and laughed until it started to get dark. It's those little moments that are truly wondrous things.