Saturday, March 17, 2012

Memories of St. Patrick's Day

Dad was always a faithful pincher growing up. He'd run up the stairs in the morning to wake us up; if our pajamas or underwear (if you're Aaron) didn't have a visible speck of green he'd pinch us awake and continue pinching as we'd run squealing to our closets to put on the first green thing we could find. 

I remember the first or second year Dan and Karen were married, St. Patrick's Day was on a Sunday and we had gone down to their Wyview apartment to see them. Dan and Karen both didn't have any green so as Dad chased Dan, I quickly pulled the green scrunchy out of my hair to have her put around her wrist like a bracelet. :) 

Hope you wore green today! Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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