Happy Birthday to My Husband and to My Country
This past week, Potts, Mimi and Jack went on our very own little field trip. But first, let me explain just how "Potts" came to be named as such by our little Grandson. It seemed as though, Grandpa was the last word to be spoken by Jack. Rather, that word did not want to roll off the little guys lips. So we began trying versions of such a title. Our beloved close friend of the family, named Pops, was a man known by many by this name. For years and years, we lovingly called him such. It was simple, really, let's have Jack call Hubby, Pops. Such was the plan, however, the little guy had an entirely different plan of his own. As soon as we enticed him to say Pops, out of his mouth came "Potts" (with the tiniest little lisp at the end). So, Potts was born and will live on for eternity! (and you thought we didn't think of you everyday) sorry, private message. Our field trip included a round trip ride on MARTA's train s...
