Ed & I in Powerscourt Gardens

I woke up this morning feeling a little tired.  As I made my way downstairs to assemble the morning lunch sak sandwiches, I glanced over at my husband.  He was feeling the same way; I could tell without having to ask a word.  We gave each other the space we needed to wake up slowly.  That’s how we are…we are two peas in a pod.  Two sailors navigating the same boat.  Two lovers lost in a haze of joy and rapture.  Two friends talking about the same joys and hurts and hopes.  I know….enough with the cliches already!  There is never a good and perfect way to talk about love.  You just know when it’s right and true, and you know that it’s the thing that you want to protect and cherish at all cost.  So honey, if you’re reading this, know that I cherish you.  I hope you are waking up out there in the big bad working world, and making a difference for all those people in the Nuba mountains.  I’m proud of you, and I’m glad to share this pod with you. “Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away. But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day.” – N. McCarthy, Irish blessing Slainte, Lisa