Bhí an gheimhreadh i lán-feidhm timpeall an tí bhig, compordach i bpobal faoi ghlas i gContae Chiarraí.

The winter was in full swing around the small, cozy house in a close-knit community faoi ghlas in Contae Chiarraí.

Taobh istigh, bhí fuinneamh spleodrach ar siúl, cé go raibh sneachta ag leá go mall lasmuigh.

Inside, there was a vibrant energy, even as the snow was slowly melting outside.

Bhí tine mhór ag lasadh go sona sa teallach agus bhí an tí fite fuaite le bolaithe milis d'arán úll agus cácaí á bácáil i gcistin Niamh.

A big fire was happily blazing in the hearth, and the house was infused with the sweet aromas of arán úll and cakes being baked in cistin Niamh.

Bhí Niamh, Eamon, agus Caoimhe i mbun oibre.

Niamh, Eamon, and Caoimhe were busy at work.

Bhí siad ag pleanáil cóisir iontas don mháthair mhór seo, a d'ardaigh Niamh agus Eamon ó bhóithre.

They were planning a surprise party for their grandmother, who had raised Niamh and Eamon from a young age.

Bhí tábla mór i lár an tseomra agus é clúdaithe le nótaí agus pleananna.

There was a big table in the middle of the room covered with notes and plans.

Ba mhian le Niamh gach rud a bheith foirfe.

Niamh wanted everything to be perfect.

Bhí sí saṅ-imní faoi gach mion.

She was anxious about every detail.

"Sábháilte, go bhfuil gach rud i gceart," a dúirt Niamh agus í ag dúnadh a leabhar nótaí go fonnmhar.

"Safe, that everything is alright," said Niamh as she eagerly closed her notebook.

Bhí sí i mbun soilse na bhfuinneog a choigeartú.

She was adjusting the window lights.

Bhíodh orthu conas na soilse a chuir síos mar is ceart.

They needed to figure out how to set up the lights correctly.

Bhí sí dírithe ar an scáthlán.

She was focused on the lampshade.

Ach d’fhéach Eamon air seo agus thóg sé an deoch a bhí aige.

But Eamon looked at this and took a sip of his drink.

Bhí sé réidh le haghaidh spraoi agus scíthe.

He was ready for fun and relaxation.

"Stop leis, Niamh," ar sé agus aoibh mhór air.

"Stop it, Niamh," he said with a big smile.

"Tá sé i bhfad ró-casta.

"It's way too complicated.

B’fhéidir go mbeadh gnáthchóisir iontach."

Maybe a regular party would be fantastic."

Chuir Niamh ar a dícheall.

Niamh put forth her best effort.

"Ní hé seo atá mé ag iarraidh.

"This is not what I want.

Beidh gá le cuirniú álainn."

We need beautiful arrangements."

Chuir Caoimhe a lámha ar a cromáin agus léim sí lena smaointe nádúrtha.

Caoimhe put her hands on her hips and leaped with her natural ideas.

"Féach, is féidir linn roinnt bláthanna páipéir a dhéanamh.

"Look, we can make some paper flowers.

Ní gá go mbeadh sé casta."

It doesn't have to be complicated."

Sa deireadh, tarraing doirtean Niamh léi fhéin.

In the end, Niamh let go a bit.

Thuig sí go raibh coincheap difriúil ag gach duine.

She understood that everyone had a different concept.

Tar éis píosa machnaimh agus comhrá, shocraigh sí ar ghéilleadh do roinnt rudaí, cosúil leis na bláthanna páipéaracha.

After some reflection and conversation, she decided to compromise on a few things, like the paper flowers.

Mar sin féin, áfach, b'fheárr léi an tobair fíona próiseála a choinneáil.

However, she still preferred to keep the wine fountain as planned.

Bhí oíche na cóisire tagtha.

The night of the party had arrived.

D’éirigh leo gach rud a eagrú in ainneoin roinnt coimhlintí.

They managed to organize everything despite a few conflicts.

Bhí grianú ársa sa seomra le himeascraíocht agus greann.

The room was filled with ancient brightness and humor.

Bhí gach rud curtha in eagar agus bhí na daoine ag teacht.

Everything was set, and the guests were arriving.

Nuair a thug an mháthair mhór aghaidh, scairt siad go léir amach "Suprise!"

When the grandmother appeared, they all shouted out "Surprise!"

Bhí sí ionadh agus aoibhneas.

She was astonished and delighted.

Bhí sí ríméadach chomh gliondrach. Bhí sí ar nós maiscín leánn i bhfiacla a garpháistí.

She was as joyful as a delighted little mask in the faces of her grandchildren.

Féach gur ghá do Niamh tuiscint a bheith aici, d’éirigh sí air sin.

Seeing the need for understanding, Niamh realized it.

Thuig sí gur comhoibriú é an eochair chuig an-aoibhneas.

She understood that collaboration was the key to great happiness.

Le meangadh gáire agus comh-fhios suaimhneach, d’inis sí do mình sárálatan a breis, faigheann túid-leigheas?

With a smile and a calm awareness, she confided to herself, have you found your remedy?

Féidearthacht sa Aonadh an Dóchas.

Possibility in the Union of Hope.

Shroich sí an pointe ina bhfuil teaghlach an rud is foirfe, ní amháin na pleananna foirfe.

She reached the point where family is the most perfect thing, not just perfect plans.

B'é seo mar oscailte nuafhuaimniú é féin.

This was a new realization she opened up to.

Bhí sí sásta go raibh chuile rud socair, éasca taitneamhachtaí.

She was pleased that everything was peaceful, with easy joys.

Agus goilleadh do nan-Dú-ghlaoch dochloíte fein!

And touched by what cannot be broken!