Inspired by NYT Tiny Love stories, here’s my attempt at an 100 word love story.

We met over green beer oh-so-many years ago. A college St. Patrick’s Day party before I was old enough to (legally) drink. With the luck of the shamrock, our chemistry was immediate. The room narrowed and it was only him and me. The beer lost, connection found. We talked and talked, clearly blessed by the gift of gab–another part of our green beer, Irish-themed meeting?  Love at first sip, at first sight…or maybe the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Many years, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and three grandsons later, we’re still inseparable. Leprechaun green beer luck?