Is dóigh linn go minic go raibh Lá Vailintín ag ceangail leis grá. Ach, tá grá go mbeidh i bhfoirmeachaí éagsúlaí againn. Shíl mé faoi an ghrianghráf seo an lá eile, mar shampla.
Bhí sé tógtha le ag an iníon ina theaghlach a bhfuil againn ar eolas le breis is fiche bliain. Fhás sí féin leis mo mhac níos sine. Thúg sé seo ar feadh a pháirtí scoir as a mháthair in aice le na Nollaig.
Tá mé ar a dtúgtar an dá na fir fréisin ar an méid ama, gan amhras. Beirt sé chomh maith aithreacha de rang ó mhac níos sine, i ndáiríre. Is maith Pól an Stochaí Deargaí i mBostún chomh mé.
Is maith Daithí, in aice liomsa, céol. Go nádúrtha, tá sé ag seinm an piano go gairmiúil, fós. Plé muid faoi leabhair agus smaointe, fosta.
Bhí sé fuar an oíche sin ann. Mar sin, d'ith císte cnó cócó is blásta. Tar eis a ith mé é, duirt Daithí orm go dhéanamh é ag an bhean chéile!
Over Two Decades.
We often think of Valentine's Day joined with love. But, there is
love in different forms for us. I was thinking about this photograph the
other day, for example.
It was taken by the daughter
of a family we have known for more than twenty years. She herself grew
up with my older son. It was taken during a retirement party for her
mother near Christmas.
The two men also I have known for the same time, certainly. The pair are also fathers of classmates of my older son, as well. Paul likes the Red Sox in Boston like me.
Dave, next to me, likes music. Naturally, he is plays piano professionally, also. We discuss books and ideas, as well.
It was cold that night there. Therefore, I ate a most delicious coconut cake. After I ate it, Dave told me that his wife made it.
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