Irish Love

Smooch. 

I'm Irish. 

Through and through. 

That explains the freckles, tolerance for rainy days, and appreciation for twangy fiddle music. 

Anyhow, In honor of St. Patricks' Day, I did a little family history digging. Between the city ledgers, historical pages and anecdotes passed down from within our family - I'm drawn to the bits about love.  The Irish ranch hand and the Irish beauty.  Staking a claim in Wyoming and Oregon. A New York City Catholic wedding. A brief return to their homeland. The four children who loved them so. 

- as recited by my great uncle as recalled from his Catholic school days, recorded in the Wyoming Irish Pioneer Society


Any other Irish lassies out there?  Slainte! 

{top photo credit Poppy and Pinecone}