Kiss Me ~ I'm Irish

I remember the day I realized that this whole tribute to St. Patrick had a little something to do with me. I was 9 years old and my grandma had asked why I wasn't wearing green. That's when I had a little sit down as my mother and grandmother, both in their animated fashion, explained that my biological father was indeed 100% Irish. They did their best to recall the faint memories of anything he or his family had to do with being Irish and with wide eyes, I took in everything they told me.

So now I wear green on St. Patty's Day.

...but I still won't drink green beer.

Nope, won't do it.