An Irish Blessing?

Yesterday I got a lovely get well card from my big sister.  She’s the one who claimed me as her very own baby doll, taking me from our mother’s arms and had to be bribed with candy before she’d give me back.  She’s the one who, when I was sick with Rheumatic Fever and totally missing Christmas, stood in the snow outside my bedroom window telling me her name was “Spunky” and was my own personal Santa’s Elf.  She’s the one who saved me from drowning when the ocean came crashing into an Oregon coast cave we had been playing in.  She’s the one who sat at the kitchen table with me and a math book while I thrashed and cried, I DON’T GET IT!  She’s the one who helped me dress for my first teenage date and gave me my Something Blue for my wedding.  She’s the one who’s been my best friend, my cheering fan, my beautiful big sister.

Now on the occasion of my broken leg, she’s the one who sends me this … this wee Irish sentiment … causing me to spit coffee through my nose and laugh until I finally had a rollicking good cry over my confinement.

May those who love us, love us,
And those who don’t, may God turn their hearts.
And if God can’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles that we may know them
By their LIMPING.

Thanks, Sis.