St. Patrick's Day Joy

Unlike the Irish individuals and the Irish-for-just-today individuals who reveled in the festivities over in St. Paul for St. Patrick's Day, these three Irish girls, along with their Finnish daddy/husband, had a quiet walk at the falls.

(Hey, even if it's just an eighth, I am Irish.)

It was a beautiful morning.

Made more beautiful by spending it together as a family.

Recently Adam and I realized that most of our family time on the weekend is spent running errands or doing house projects.  Both of which are important, but even more important is to have quality family time.

So we oohed and aahed at the waterfall, one two three wee-ed along the path, stuck our toes in the frigid water, and soaked up some much needed togetherness.

It was perfect.

Enjoying a Saturday morning, our family in green.

Because, you know, it was St. Patrick's Day, and we didn't want to get pinched.