St. Patrick’s Day Reminds Me…

Of Jazz, who wears a shirt asking me to kiss him for luck.

Of Carter, who came out on this day.

Of Alec, who calls Carter the love of his life.

Of pub crawls I can — and can’t — remember well.

Of listening to a group of brawny men sing “Danny Boy” with such mournful beauty that it made me cry and smile at the same time.

Of a dress my mother had that was covered with tiny shamrocks and how we’d search the yard for four-leafed clovers among the grass.

Regardless of whether you celebrate in green or orange or not at all, I hope you have a memorable day <3

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