“We are celebrating St. Patrick’s Day by having an early dinner of spaghetti and meatballs tonight. Let me know if you can join us” says the text message from my cousin Matt on Sunday morning .
I quickly reply back saying I’d be there.
As I walk in the door at 4:45 on St. Patrick’s Day I am greeted with hugs and kisses from cousins, aunts and uncles I haven’t seen in a while. The adults stand around the kitchen catching up while the kids play. Eventually the kids are asked to set the table and we all make our way in the dining room.
The spaghetti is served to the kids first and they dig right in. “Hey! You didn’t say grace,” says one of the adults. “You can’t eat yet.”
Without skipping a beat Franny takes it upon herself to lead grace. She stands on her chair and announces it will be a gospel version of grace. “Aaamen. Aaamen. Aaamen. Amen. Amen!” she belts. “Everybody now.” And everyone joins in. She ends the gospel version of grace with “Praise the Lord!”
And we all enjoy a delicious meal together! One big, happy Irish/Italian family!
**And Amen…to my 100th post**