Day 787 -- Shamrock Shake

There's one thing about the middle of February that comes as a delicious and delightful surprise every year. 

I love Shamrock Shakes form McDonald's.  I saw one walk into the game last Friday night (okay, to be fair, it was being held by a person walking into the game, but I like the mental imagery of my first phrasing better) and I literally gasped with excitement. 

For a moment on Thursday night when we stopped at McDonald's, I thought about running in to get one with a box of Fish McBites before I realized I was being set up for a romantic rendezvous, which was a perfectly acceptable trade.  But, my point is, in the midst of all this rambling, is that I have very badly wanted a Shamrock Shake all week.

Tonight, I got to drink one.  My delicious and delightful husband brought one home with him. 

It was every bit as good as I remembered.

Every year, when I drink my annual Shamrock Shake, I remember when I gave my sweet little baby Dharia some of mine and she greedily slurped it down and cried when I tried to pry it out of her tiny claws. 



Things have changed, but only in the sense that now AJ steals my shake now too. But, while Shamrock shakes will come back every year, I know that my girls wanting to share them with me may not.  So, for now, I will continue to enjoy the blessing that Shamrock Shakes bring to our entire household, knowing that McDonald's will sell me as many as I deem necessary in the meantime.

Thank God for a Shamrock Shake!

Lord, thank you for a treat today and for the chance to share it with my girls.  Thank you for the memories I'll always have of sharing Shamrock Shakes with my girls every February when they return.  In your name I pray, Amen.

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David R. said…
I once asked a drive-through employee if the Shamrock Shake really tasted like shamrock. She responded that she didn't know, as she hadn't tried one.

Oh dear.
February 19, 2013 at 10:19 AM
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