It has been three years since we were last in the same room together. All three of us that is. I’ve seen Bobby once or twice a year. And seen George here and there. But never together. So it was great for the three of us to get together with our families.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop to take a look around once in a while, you might miss it.
This photo of us was taken at George’s, three years ago. I guess, at 41 years old, this photo was the first time that I realized I was actually shorter than my brothers. How freaking strange that I never realized this!!
There is nothing like family. I hope that my children grow up and stay close to each other. My brothers and I may not agree on everything. In fact, on many things we disagree. But we love each other. And we help each other when we need it. And it gives me such comfort to have these great men in my life. I admire them both. They have forged their own paths in life. And they are respected. And they have worked hard. And they are great dads.
Six With Sticks 