The month of March holds quite a few meaningful days in my life, the obvious is St Patrick’s Day sharing with it other happy events that occur this month but they are not all happy there is a sad one in there creeping up on me.

When my friend gave me these hand towels as a thank you for watching the boys they hit me, they got me thinking.  I mean other than loving them and not wanting to use them because they are great they have made me think of how much really happens in my life during this month.

The sad day has to be first for if not for my father I would not have life; I am lucky to have had him as my dad. We lost him in March.

I am lucky to have a great family; two of which celebrate their births this month.

And this month I celebrate an anniversary. I decided to go on what would end up becoming that first date that was “my last first date”. In March I found that one true love of my life.

I am lucky to have a connection to the country that pays homage to St. Patrick and to have rented a car, drove through its countryside and made memories of a life time with my father and sister.

I am lucky to have good friends, real and true friends.

Like most lives we have our ups and downs but I can count myself lucky to have people in my life that make the downs bearable and ups unforgettable.

Like the hand towel says, “lucky” but if you come in to my house and try to use them you won’t be. Thank You Erin.