Soft Ice Cream: An Irish Blessing (modified)
May the road rise to meet you, but not so fast that it smites your ice cream and you lose your cone.
May the wind be always at your back, and may it not be your mother complaining about how much she just spent on your lost cone.
May the sun shine warm upon your face—unless, of course, it's in the middle of a hot summer day and you wanted the ice cream to cool down.
And rains fall soft upon your fields. Mary, Mother of Christ, it was just sunny. Why is it raining already? What about my replacement cone?
And until we meet again, and please bring the right change this time, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand and protect you from your mother, the sun and the rain—even if you can't hold the ice cream cone in the hollow of your own hand.
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