Happy St. Patrick's Day

It's hard to believe that this time last year we were back in the UK, sitting in The Railway pub alongside my in-laws savoring delicious pints of Guinness.
 What a difference a year can make. 

This year could not be more different from our last - across the world tucked away in little ol' Vermont. And while there are no pubs - no delicious pints of frothy Guinness on tap right at our doorstep - there are homemade green waffles and Lucky Charms marshmallows and pretty green sprinkles.
On days like this I always sit back and reminisce. Remembering who I was with, where I was and how much fun I was having this same time last year. Sometimes it makes me sad (of course, we all know how much Carl and I miss our English home, friends and family) but other times - like today - it makes me appreciative. It makes me happy. I feel blessed. How lucky am I to have such wonderful memories to reflect upon? To share? It's so easy to get caught up wishing you could go back in time, or fast forward to a something special in the future. It's hard to live in the moment. Enjoying what's happening at this very second, rather than wishing for the next best thing. Appreciating the simplicity of sitting together eating  homemade green waffles in the kitchen vs the loud drunken pub fun from a year ago. But I know it's important I do. Because someday I'll look back and I'll appreciate this morning. I'll remember who I was with, where I was and how much fun I was having. Just like last years Guinness fun alongside Mama Lynne and Papa Garry, I'll sit back and remember mine and Carl's simple silly leprechaun breakfast.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, love bugs! 
From my green-waffle-making-house to yours.


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