My Granmama has always loved children; she’s rocked many, many little ones in the church nursery over the years, in addition to loving on her many grandbabies and great-grandbabies. Gavin, her first great-great-grandchild, was born after my Grandaddy passed away, so he didn’t get to meet him — at least not here on earth (I sure don’t claim to know how all that works).
Today would’ve been my Grandaddy’s 93rd birthday, and I know my grandmother misses him dearly. She doesn’t get out of her house very often these days, but on Thanksgiving day, she was able to spend a little time with her great-great-grandson Gavin. I know that delighted her — and of course, we jumped on the opportunity to snap a photo of the two of them together. Because we don’t know how long any of us will be here, and it is a treasure to have five generations in our family; it’s a blessing many families never have, and I’m glad my grandmother gets to experience it.
Wife, mom, grandma. Introvert who finds joy in good books, sunshine, and authentic conversation. Fitness enthusiast and personal trainer. Often seen with a steaming mug of tea in hand.