This beautiful name goes
back to the misty and magical days of old Ireland. In old Norse, Eir means
peace and is the goddess of mercy and compassion. The name was carried
to the Emerald Isle by the daring sea roving Norse-men. There, the names
Erin and Eire became the Irish variants of Eir and lovely and poetic names
for Irish lasses.
I wasn't around when her Mom and Dad chose her name, but I think they did a wonderful job naming our little sprite. If it's a bold eyed, sassy, nymph of an Irish lass your picturing...Go ahead, say the name and close your eyes...yep. That's her. Minus the red hair. She's a blonde, and has the wiles that go with THAT too(I'm so PROUD of her). Her middle name may or may not have been chosen because it is also her Great Grandmother's middle name. I like to think it was. This girl-child will grow to be the epitome of woman-hood I can just see it coming...and for some reason her father thinks he can keep her from dating until she's thirty. Nuh-uh...not THIS Irish Lass. Do you want to see how flexible a male body REALLY is, check out how tight my husband curls about that precious little pinky. Gotta love her! |
~ God Bless Erin ~