A sweet memory from my childhood . . .
when I turned 3 years old, my father
told me he was going to give me a special
gift. He then said that for the rest of my
life the number 3 would be my special
number. He squeezed my hand 3 times
and said 3 squeezes meant I love you.
He encouraged me to watch for my special
number every single day and finding it
would be a reminder that he loved me.
It became a fun game to find 3 . . .
3 crows pecking away at the lawn, 3
cows in a pasture, 3 cookies for dessert,
3 pines in the yard and ever and always
3 squeezes for I love you. To this day, I
watch for 3, the gift my father gave me,
. . . and dad, it's me squeezing your
hand 3 times . . .
thinking of my dad
threes about everywhere
sending me his love
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