There are lots of ways that different people celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I have a very special memory about St. Patrick's day....10 years ago. I actually was in Ireland, on St. Patrick's Day. It was a Sunday, and we attended an LDS ward. As I looked around at all the wonderful members in attendance, I thought we all were dressed the same and thought my husband and I blended in well. However, when a member of the Bishopric got up to begin Sacrament meeting, he welcomed everyone....including those from out of the country. We hadn't talked to him at all! My son, who was also sitting on the pew with us informed us that Americans really stick out! I guess he was right.
You might wonder why the 3 of us were in Ireland on St Patrick's Day.....it wasn't for the celebration they had in the town we were in....which was anti-climatic. The whole celebration took place while we were in church. When we left to go to our hotel room, everyone had gone home....or to the Pubs. No matter, I was often in tears during the entire week we were there. Why, you might ask? Well, we were in Ireland, to see our son after 2 years of service as a Missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We were able to briefly see where he served and some of the folks he was fortunate enough to teach. I shed many tears of joy, except for the time when I was so upset with my husband and son for forgetting to stop at stores for me day after day. (I wasn't driving!). We could not find any curlers for me as my adapter didn't work in Ireland! I just couldn't stand the thought of going to church the next day without curling my hair! We finally found some in the Pound Store (think Dollar Store) in Cork just before the store closed. I was really a happy camper at that point.
Our Irish Elder son (pictured here in a castle) served honorably and we were so grateful for his decision to serve the Lord.
We also have been fortunate enough to have had our oldest son serve a 2 year mission as well. He also returned home with honor. Here he is at the airport with anxious family waiting to greet him.
So on this day of all days where people celebrate 'luck', I am feeling very grateful for our good children and our missionary sons. The Plan of Salvation is much better than luck.....and we realize that we have been greatly blessed!