Happy St. Patrick's Day Papa Bear!
That's my official contribution for this week's Six Word Saturday. My beloved spouse "Papa Bear" is half Irish and half Scottish, and the very finest of both! For most of his adult life he has worn a full beard, and I love it. His hair and beard are silvery white now, and so very distinguished looking; in his younger days his hair was dark brown but his beard was bright red! I have one photograph of him from 1985 with it big and bushy, looking much like a lumberjack in his plaid flanned shirt. He was just as cute way back then! He has told me that his short of stature but big of heart mother, dwarfed by his size, always said his red beard was the Irish coming out in him! Bless her for teaching him what it meant to love and be loved despite all the hardships they endured. I wish I could have known her.
If you're celebrating today, go easy on the Irish whiskey and green beer, and drive safely, you don't want to be recalled by your Maker sooner than was intended. I leave you with my favorite Irish Blessing... the friends I have in the blogsphere are my lucky charms indeed!
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind always be at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand