vacation

Off to Ireland, to hole up in our favorite place: a tiny little cottage near the sea with stone walls about three feet thick, where a boiler behind the fireplace heats our bathwater. It’s where my father-in-law was born, and where we go about once a year to take long walks in wellies and drink milky Irish tea while we read in bed for hours in the mornings and then head into town for a pint and do it all over again the next day. And yes, I realize how insanely fortunate we are.

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[Mom]

Your GORGEOUS photo took my breath away and made me want to hop onto the next plane and join you "over the pond". But don't worry, I won't! My heart is smiling, though, picturing you and Mike in that fairy-tale cottage of yours. Just promise me you'll go gather some mussels and steam them in your precious fireplace. I'd hate to have your bathwater --- and your "milky Irish tea" --- be the only things you're warming up over there.

Enjoy the duration of your holiday, knowing that the rest of us are insanely jealous of your well-deserved sabbatical from life.

xoxoox
Mom