Don't Count The Days, Make The Days Count

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This old gal...

Had the TV going in the background...wasn't really paying attention...some travel show was on talking about haunted castles...glanced up and thought, 'I know that castle,' and then thought, 'I've BEEN to that castle!'...

And sure enough...castle-lover me HAD been to that castle...didn't know it was haunted...a little tidbit someone failed to tell us at the time...

King John's Castle in Ireland...the last big trip those daughters and I took together...and it was magical...simply magical...

The land beautiful...the scenery stunning...did all the touristy things...Dublin, the Cliffs of Moher, the Ring of Kerry, Giant's Causeway...fairy gardens, cathedrals, pubs, and castles...

And on that last day, that last day of that magical trip...we made a dream come true...a special dream for a boy-band-loving teen...

Took a bus to Dublin...then a train to Mullingar—the home of that One Direction superstar, Niall Horan...and she was thrilled...we ALL were thrilled...

Not touristy at all, just walked the streets, found the grocery store where his father supposedly had worked...had tea and biscuits while marveling at the wonders of it all...

That trip so special...every day packed full of grand adventures...memories of love and laughter to last a life time...

And so it is...like they say in Ireland...

"Don't Count the Days, Make the Days Count."

And that's what we did, we surely did...
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And those daughters of mine...agree...