Brothers…. What a wonderful blessing to have a brother. I can honestly say that when I think back to my childhood memories, all of them have a brother somewhere in the story. Like the time I yelled my first obsenity(because my brother pushed me into a rose bush), or the time a police officer lectured me for having a realistic plastic gun ( my brother knocked my gun out of my hand and ran when the officer called us over), I remember both my brothers dressing me up like a scarecrow to sit on a bale of hay holding still (I don’t remember why), I remember my brothers chasing after me because I made my sister cry on a road trip to Laredo (we made a pact at the start of the trip that the first one to make her cry would get pummelled by the other two). Oh.. the bitter sweet memories. I love every crazy minute spending time with my brothers (and sister for that matter).
I cannot even imagine what the new Adcox Brothers are going to get themselves into. And maybe papa bear won’t be apart of them all, but I take comfort in knowing the brothers will have a lot of stories about each other when they are my age.