Yesterday, the family gathered at my parents’ house here in Arcadia, Indiana.
I chose a simple red dress and came upstairs to greet everyone. My sister Andrea, her husband Tony and their daughter Sophia were to drive over from near Cincinnati, Ohio. My brother Brad was flying in from Florida and coming here with his girlfriend Leah and her daughter Kyra. Friends-like-Family, Eric, Linda and their kids Maddie and Max were driving from over a nearby Hoosier town. My niece Patience and her mom Celeste were driving over from near Cleveland. Even my 99-and-a-half-year-old Aunt Anita, aka Neatie, was here. Party!
My mom was already up in the kitchen wearing a bright lime green shirt and mixing up some home-made potato soup. I said, “Potato soup! That’s perfect since we’ll be leaving later this month for Ireland.” She just looked up at me and smiled.
It was right about then that my sister, in a green sparkly shirt, remarked that she and I were like Christmas since I was in red.
Right about then, Brad and Leah arrived, wearing bright green wigs and sunglasses.
It finally dawned on me. EVERYONE was wearing green.
And then I saw the cake in Brad and Leah’s hands.
The potato soup was on purpose. This was not just a simple family gathering at my parent’s lake house on a sunny summer day.
This was an Irish celebration for Scotty, Lulu and me as we prepare for our next adventure in Ireland.
Here in Arcadia, Indiana named after the Greek philosophy of living in harmony with nature and family – it’s certainly something I am drawn to no matter where I travel.
Warm hearts and loving families. In Indiana. In Italy where we lived for three years. In Nigeria where I spent the past month. And yes, I do so look forward to experiencing it in the verdant rolling hills of Ireland.
Thank you, family, for throwing us such a heart-warming party this weekend.
I cherish these moments.
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