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.
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.