A ghrá mo chroí
26-year old whiskey ginger nesting a home, building a life, and getting a little lost along the way with my wonderful husband, calico cat, and trouble-making Australian Shepherd.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?"
to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, “no”