It’s funny, I never really think of my Nana as my Irish Nana – except on Saint Patrick’s day. My Nana was just nana – the best Nana. She made the best grilled cheese in the universe, she let me take sips of her Fuzzy Navels, she let me “do” her hair for hours and always said it looked fabulous, she was always looked so well put together and she made you money cake on your birthday. Nana always knew exactly where the quarter was in the money cake, that was always the first slice and always for the birthday girl (or boy). I always found this amazing. Everyone else would be pulling out pennies and nickels and there I was every birthday (until the quarter was a loonie and I was 18) pulling out quarters. Nana also loved Saint Patrick’s day, being Irish and all. She wore green head to toe, counted down it’s impending arrival like some do for Christmas. I miss her. So, on this Saint Patrick’s day I raise a warm mug of green tea to my Nana. Happy Saint Patrick’s day!
