While entertaining myself by reading some of my old posts, a few paragraphs here and there jumped out and spoke to me. Bragging. I like some of these and thought to mention the ones I particularly enjoy.
"Well, Will, I always called him Will, was good to us, handed me his paycheck every week, and never missed a day’s work. But Will had a wild hair. I knew this, but he remained steady, always headed to work in the morning, came home at night, turned over the paycheck. The first two girls graduated high school, got married. The third girl and Will, Jr graduated together since they were Irish twins less than a year apart and in the same class. Commencement ceremony over, party at our house to celebrate. Their Daddy came in, hugged each one of them, told them he loves them dearly. Turned to me and said, 'Thank you, Ma’am. You did good, gave me four wonderful children.' And he walked out the door, took nothing but the clothes he wore, and I’ve not seen him nor heard from him to this day."
Lifted from this story.