We'd worn out our welcome in Omaha on Thursday, and so we headed north by way of sunny South Dakota and on into Minnesota, where we saw as many Sullivans as we could see. We stayed at Grandma’s house in Marshall, MN for the night, and had a great time catching up with her and visiting with the seventeen other Sullivans that stopped by to see us. Lots of love in that town. From observing my in-laws I've concluded that Irish catholics are good and kind people with unending funny stories to tell. A fertile bunch, too.
There are four generations of sullivans in there. I can't wait to have eight or nine of my own.
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