A Wedding Present from Ireland

A mass was said for us in Ireland, by request of my grandmother's sister, or my mom's aunt Nora.
Wishing our marriage many blessings of happiness and joy. She gave us the gift of a holy water font made from the slate of a quarry on Valencia Island, where an ancestor on my grandmother's side was born. So anytime we want Gods protection for something, we can dab a little holy water on ourselves.
The Irish treasure little signs like this. I am reminded of Gods preservation of our sanctity through the opening of this gift

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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