Kindra and Seth (hubby's youngest sister and her husband), and their darlingest li'l boy are moving to Arizona in just a few days.
Right at this very minute, with the whole tundra thing we have going on outdoors, Arizona is brilliant. I'm in favor of a mass relocation.
Actually, though, they aren't moving for the weather; Seth has accepted a position as a music pastor (and boy is that church lucky to get him). He is all sorts of gifted, and for that matter, they are pretty dang lucky to get Kindra, too.
As they are some of my favoritest people on the planet, I am going to miss them fiercely.
And since I am feeling particularly Irish today, I shall wish them off with a traditional Irish blessing:
May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields and, Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
And a more practical Irish blessing, for extra luck:
May the frost never afflict your spuds. May the outside leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms. May the crow never pick your haystack, and may your donkey always be in foal.