is one of our favourite places to visit each time we come to #ireland. When we had lost a baby through it was this place where we felt our hope return. Probably down to the fact that people have been praying here for hundreds and hundreds of years. This year we return with another miscarriage etched and aching in our hearts but with more love, hope, joy and proof that He never forgets us all in the form of two little humans.
That thing when your three year old son refuses to eat his dinner and goes in to full nuclear melt down but you think you manage to rescue the situation by offering the emergency banana only for this option to go horribly wrong because your moment of daddy-fun-genius catastrophically backfires when you open the banana from the other end resulting in a tantrum that would cripple a general so you end up having to tape up the broken banana with electric tape so that you can reopen said banana at the proper end... yeah, that!