Photo by William Love III, yesterday at a spectacular viewpoint on Valentia Island, in County Kerry, Ireland. So, neat that we can celebrate some family birthdays in a place that brings us all so much joy.
Photo by Nancy Holm Carlisle or Ann Johnson when they babysat Willie one night many years ago.
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Taking time off from the Ireland travelogue to wish our son William E. Love III a very happy birthday. The years and the many wonderful memories and moments of pride have zipped by so quickly.
Happy 48th, Willie.
You're from Sandpoint, and we couldn't be any prouder to boast that you are our son!
Keep up the good work on your life's journey.
Willie and Aaron were born the same day.
Both graduated from Sandpoint High School and have lived wonderful lives, which make their parents proud.
Annie and Willie appeared like little angels for all of 15 minutes during this wedding event.
Then the fun with green grass stains and torn apparel began.
They accomplished a lot in a short time. When one began climbing the pavilion-tent stakes, they were quickly whisked to the car and taken home. 😆
A fisherman and a coach---both passions of Willie's.
Above: one of my favorite photos of the kids when they visited the tulip fields of Northwestern Washington.
Below: Two William Love's: the III and Jr.
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It took just a moment of admiring Dominic's neat scarf to connect with these friendly Frenchmen (one Irishman from Sligo) at Port Magee yesterday.
The Irishman's wife made the scarves after the group decided that if their wives were going to Denmark, they needed to go on their own trip. So, why not Ireland and why not in style!
I felt proud to spell out my first name, which, of course, the French appreciate: Marianne became the
national personification of the French Republic during the French
Revolution, representing the ideals of the Revolution and the values of
the Republic.
They were also a bit pleasantly astounded when I reported that my mother, a French major, often awakened us kids by coming into our bedrooms and singing the French National Anthem.
Meeting them turned out to be one of the highlights of a wonderful and beautiful day as we did a portion of the Ring of Kerry.
Gentlemen: it was an honor meeting you in beautiful Ireland. If you're ever in the Pacific Northwest, come and see us.
Ironically, we thought about the third "William" in our family, our beloved Liam, as we stood at this gorgeous vista yesterday.
There were sheep in the fields below, and we knew he was still doing some herding nearly two years after his tragic death.
Bill and I came to this place, grieved and quietly dubbed this as Liam's Heaven the day after he tragically died.
Spending time with John Adams at the end of a beautiful day certainly added frosting to the cake. Like most Irishmen, he's a story teller.
John is a Notre Dame and Harvard grad who grew up in Kennebunkport, Maine, (yes, he's met the Bush family) but had his Irish roots in the Kenmare area.
He married a Kenmare native and is well known throughout the community as a basketball coach and all-around great man.
Willie met him last fall when we visited. I think a permanent friendship with a common passion for basketball was forged. John has also been the subject of one of Willie's podcasts.
For some odd reason, this sign "spoke" to me.
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Flo gas spoke to you, did it?
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