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It has been a while since I said anything here; there have been too few hours in the days. But I must take a moment to say a few words to my darling husband.
May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. If you must lie, then lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then cheat death so that I may live with you forever.
I love you.
So, you want to know a little about my family and I have only three words with which to describe them? Only three, huh? That will be a tought one, but here goes …
Fun-loving (is that one word?)
They’re Irish, need I say more.
Every family has it’s own unique way of doing things and unique characters to do them. My family seems to have more than it’s share of characters — but I love them all anyway. That goes for the extended family of in-laws as well!
We may argue vehemently amongst ourselves, but just let someone outside the family say something against one of us and see how fast the United Front of McGuinness stands together. The old addage that blood is thicker than water was never more true than around our house.
Yesterday I was given a priceless gift by a very dear friend.
The day started badly and remained that way until I got home and checked the mail. My friend Rose, who is more like a sister than a friend to me after all the years we’ve known each other, sent me a card. It was one of those generic kind of Hallmark cards that allows you to write your own greeting, and inside her granddaughter had written: “Can’t wait to see you on TV!”. To this, Rose had added: “She’s telling all her friends about you and she wishes she was old enough to read your books.”
I stared at those words for a long time, speechless. And then I cried. It was one of those MasterCard moments – priceless. But the more priceless gift is my friendship with Rose and her family. I hope each one of you has at least one friend whose friendship is beyond price. I have several and count myself a very lucky woman, indeed.
What are your priceless possessions? Is it a child’s artwork, a handwritten note, an old loveletter, a photograph from a special moment? Has anyone ever given you something priceless that you will carry with you throughout your life? What are some priceless acts of friendship you’ve done or received?