I love St. Patrick's Day. Like a lot.
When we were growing up--and well into our adulthood--the leprechauns would come, leaving trails of gold glitter and green footprints climbing on the windows, bathroom mirror, and TV screen. Candy would be hidden in groups of 5-one for each child. And all green. Green Starbursts, green Airheads, green suckers, green gum, green everything.
It was a sad day when I got married and realized I had to leave those leprechauns behind.
No worries, though.
The leprechauns that visit us aren't quite as cool as the ones from my childhood, but they're figuring it out.
