It is hard to say
when their love began. Maybe it was
their dual vulnerability that both were now willing to share. But love found its home wherever the two of
them were. And a perfect day to sail to
the Isle of Shoals, an hour or two away depending on the wind.
Over time Kelli
began a New Englander but she still maintained her southern sensibilities. She
was a woman who loved nature. Even as a
young child, Kelli was often found barefoot in the rivers and streams. Later as crustaceans became “icky” to her,
she worn boots.
Petite, she
understood early on how fragile nature was; how easily it could be
destroyed. Maybe that is why she looked
out for the underdog.
Paddy returned
home just as Kelli drove in.
“Work is going to
advance me vacation time, a whole month,” she said.
“They want to
ensure I am rested. So I am clear if you
want to go back to Ireland.”
“Great! The Chief gave me a month as well. Ready to leave in two weeks?” he said.
“I sure am!”
Ireland, that mystical, magical
place of gnomes, leprechauns, Guinness and music. A mindful place. Yoga by the sea. Meditation.
Long walks along the ocean.
Healthy food. But first,s he
wanted to visit with her grandchildren.
This time, she would invite Paddy.
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