This weekend started off like any other. There were sighs of relief, happy hours, a nap or two, and a car ride to dinner, which also included a nap or two.
This weekend was a reason to celebrate. I can find a reason to celebrate just about anything: a new pair of shoes, a really great day, a bargain, or, in this case, all things Irish. I, myself, am about 8% Irish, but don't quote me on that number. St. Paddy's Day brings out the wee bit o' Irish in us all, right?
It also apparently brings out the best of Snapchats, Instagams, and even the best of Sam. He started our day-o'-the-Irish off with a pretty amazing breakfast.
This weekend, there were riddles on bev-caps. The riddle on my lucky cap was a glimpse into my future for the next part of the weekend; the "peekaboo" part, anyway. On the last day of this weekend, I had my first newborn photo shoot with my sweet friend's new little one. Swoon.
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And that's about where this Irish weekend ended. Just me, a camera, and this wee little one.



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