Luck Of The Irish

Today, my hubby was up at the hospital all day (okay, not all day--just for twelve hours). So, wanting to ensure a fabulous St. Patrick's Day and Saturday, I decided the toddler and I would go adventuring. It really is what we do best. We pack a couple snacks, the camera, too little to drink (every.dang.time.), and we're off. All we need is each other and wide, open spaces.

Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival? Yes, please.

Because of this crazy warm weather we've been having, the daffodils were already wilted. This was perfect, though. The toddler had complete license to trample them and pull off the flowers without getting in trouble. Note to self: For purposes of adventuring and free-roaming, it's best to come when the flowers are dying. There weren't that many people there, either--another bonus for running, yelling, tripping, and collecting (and throwing) rocks and sticks.

Nothing warms my heart quite like spending time with my little man. He makes me remember what it was to be a child--for every thing to be so very new, so very unexplored.

When I see his little legs running and his skinned knees and his hands full of rocks and dirt--what can I say?--my heart melts. Totally melts.

As a medical spouse, I have to do a lot of things without my hubby there. It's easy to get down in the dumps about it, but what does that accomplish? We keep on with our adventuring, missing Daddy of course. But I appreciate how hard my man is working so that the toddler and I can drive to places like Bigelow and frolic in a field of daffodils. :)

This little man. He owns my heart. And he 100% knows it.

Oh, I love my little Butch Cassidy. Did I mention his hair is turning red again? Be still my beating heart.

When the hubbs got home this afternoon, we grilled on the back deck. It was so much fun. We told Daddy all about our adventures in the daffodils, and then going to the store to buy stuff to make our traditional St. Patrick's Day cupcakes, and then going to the library and picking out some more books, and finally going over to Pop's and BeeGee's house to play with the uncles, swing on the front porch, and eat Girl Scout cookies.

My sexy hubby. I love this man like crazy. :)

After dinner and bath time, a half-Irish, fully-naked boy escaped the clutches of the duck towel. He grabbed his scooter and was gone in a second. :)

We ended the day with cupcakes, like we always do on St. Patrick's Day. (My hubby is 100% Irish, so I try to make this day more of a big deal.)

I know I'm not Irish, but I do feel lucky. I am blessed by God with a husband who works hard and loves his family, a son whom I cherish with everything in me, friends and family who love me, a roof over my head, and a cupcake (okay, two) in my belly.

What more could a girl want?

. . .

Okay, one more cupcake.