Today I went to El Paso, Texas and while driving I had some time to think. This post is a result of too much time on my hands and my mind swirling around everything and anything.
Three. 3. Three. 3. Three. 3
My dad was one of 3 brothers. (he was the middle son)
My mom had 3 brothers.
Bill is of one 3 brothers. (Bill is the middle son)
I have 3 brothers.
And because Bill and I are not ones to rattle the pattern~we have 3 sons!
This concludes today's post.