An Irish Blessing to you all..... May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, And the rain fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
NaNa's trick is to let me fall asleep and then she measures me to make sure I am still going to fit in her suitcase so she can take me back to Tennessee with her...