Sally sent a package of winkles from her close by beach in Ireland. She wrote a sweet note and enclosed it with the shells. The largest of the winkles echoes the waves of the water in my ear. There was a little bit of Irish sand in the shells and I collected it and put it back into the bag with the shells, I didn't want to lose any of it. We may have not yet gone to the homeland of my husband's father, but we have a piece of its heart here in our hands with these shells.
|Winkles spread out on the beach calendar photo of Ireland with some of OH's books and Sally's note.|