I’ve never really celebrated St. Patrick’s Day.  I mean, I try to wear green so I don’t get pinched.  Because if/when people pinch me it makes me want to punch them in the face.

Yikes!  I didn’t mean to type that out loud. 

I got a text while I was working Friday telling me that our girl, Caroline, had invited the boys to her St. Patrick’s Day tea party.  Of course, we had to go.

She (with a little help from her Gigi) made cookies from scratch and used fine china to serve up an afternoon of cheer.

What a way to kick off an otherwise emotional weekend – more on that in tomorrow’s post. 

Consider yourself blessed if you have a handful of faithful friends. Thank the Lord above if you meet them when you’re a child.