Everyone has a favorite number. Mine is 3. I do not recall how old I was when picked this number to be "mine", something that no one else could have as their favorite number because I had claimed it as my favorite, therefore no one elses. Well, from that description we can trace the favoritism back to at least 3rd grade when the "mine not yours" wars were in full force.
But why 3? I think it has alot to do with my family. I am one of three girls in my family so I have grown up hearing my mom say, "me and my 3 girls are going to a movie" or "just the 3 of them at home." It has been a number associated with warmth, love, and memories. Myself, Melissa, and Valerie. The 3 Mollica girls. We are the 3 Musketeers, the 3 Amigos in the real world. We couldn't do anything without eachother and I am constantly amazed at how hard I laugh at the stupid things we do with eachother or the dumb nothing fights we get into..
The number 3 also pops up in some of my favorite movies, The Three Amigos for example. It's been stitched into the back of my softball jersey and, if cheerleaders would have had numbers instead of pom poms, I would have been number 3 all the way through high school and college too.
We each have our own individual reasons for why we pick favorites. Favorite numbers to favorite colors. We associate ourselves with certain things and for whatever the reason we make them ours, we personalize them in a sense.
So, as I sit here on Christmas Eve I only hope that my number 3 keeps bringing me great, memory worthy life instances. (Not like the movie Where the Heart Is where the number 5 is meant to be ominous and negative.)
Merry Christmas!!
Last minute #3 instance: I supposedly have 3 Christmas presents under the tree right now, coincidence?
Love from my spot on the couch by the Christmas tree,
Katie
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