Karima LanfrancoI’ve never been too keen on St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe it’s because when I was little, I always forgot to wear green and was singled out as the one to pinch. Maybe it’s because I’m not a big drinker, so the allure of going out and getting extra hammered just doesn’t appeal to me.

Giancarlo, on the other hand, LOVES St. Patrick’s Day. On the list of fun holidays, it’s a close race between St. Paddy’s and Halloween.

When we were living in San Francisco, my husband coaxed me into watching the parade go down Market Street and then enjoying a daylong block party at The Irish Bank — with our fill of Irish music, dancing and a never-ending supply of beer.

During our time in Chicago, from the top floor of the Hyatt Regency where we worked, we watched the Chicago River turn green, and we took bets on how long it would stay green afterward.

Last year, Giancarlo came home with a bottle of Jameson and a collection of green trinkets — shamrock beads, hats, shirts, glasses — and persuaded me to go out despite my efforts to stay in and treat it like any other night. The night ended with us at Graffiti Junktion, Guinness for him and potato skins for me. I remember feeling a little funny that night, so I asked to stop by CVS on our walk home.

Fast-forward to an hour later. We stared at each other in shock. According to a pee stick and a couple of blue lines, we apparently had a little Lucky Charm on the way.

Isabella will be exactly four months old this March 17.

We haven’t decided what we’ll do this year — maybe we’ll attend Winter Park’s 39th Annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade. It’s the only parade in Central Florida and a great time for the whole family.

Maybe we’ll take part in the ninth annual Fiddler’s Green 5K and walk (definitely not run) through Mead Garden. Maybe we’ll hit up the Mighty St. Patrick’s Festival at Raglan Road Irish Pub and Restaurant in Disney Springs.

Now, like all other holidays, we are experiencing them for the first time through Isabella’s eyes. Truly, though, I can’t wait till she’s old enough for me to tell her the story of how St. Patrick’s Day is now one of my favorite holidays too.

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