Happy birthday, Margaret
Monday, February 04, 2013
My little angel turns 31 today, although she grew her wings when she was only a month old.
I still miss her every day. I keep imagining what she'd look like, what she'd BE like. I know she wouldn't be a shy, shrinking violet. Nobody who was that opinionated and attitudinous at the age of ONE DAY would be! She had every bit of the Irish fire that goes with that gorgeous dark red hair of hers. I tried to find a graphic of an angel to go with this post, but they all looked too placid. My little spitfire was ANYTHING but placid. What was that great line from The Quiet Man? "Oh, that red head is no lie."
I have a sneaking suspicion that she's keeping Sts. Peter and Patrick VERY busy!