My mother is one of eleven. Nine girls and two boys were born to my Grandma and Grandpa O’Brien. They were your typical Midwest Irish Catholic family. There is even a stained glass window for ‘The O’Brien family’ at the small church near the family farm. I remember going to my grandparent’s house every Sunday when the family would get together for dinner. This happened to be a very feasible commute considering my parents built our house 4 miles down the road from the family farm.
I didn’t realize until the age of 12 that it is really not normal to have 50 first cousins and that hide-and-go-seek in a chicken coup is actually quite disgusting. Regardless, I am now a adult old woman flying from NYC to Chicago so that I can take part in what my family equates to most people’s holiday celebration: St. Patty’s day.
I hope that everyone is safe and irish tomorrow. Don’t forget to count that beer as a great carb load and plan a nice long run on Friday 🙂
And as my Grandpa Daniel O’Brien used to say, “Wherever you go and whatever you do, may the luck of the Irish be there with you.”