My brother and his wife have triplet boys who just turned 11.
I know. Triplets. Boys.
I sent them each a 20 dollar bill, and I am sharing their notes.
They always write me the funniest thank you notes which I love--
Not only because they are from my wonderful nephews, but because I feel like letters have become a dying art.
You know, the kind in an envelope and with a stamp.
Does anyone else out there find that good old fashioned letter-writing is in short supply these days?
That's right Johnny, dream big. A Lambourgini it shall be.
And Russell, I think your father is right. We are all just a bunch of hillbillies.
A pool with a gold fountain? Can I come over when you get it?
Alex, you are all extreme. And Auntie LaLa loves each of you to bits.