There are only a few pictures of me and my grandparents. Actually, I’m not even sure I have a picture with either of my Grandfathers (one passed away when I was 3) and there might be one or two of me with my Mom’s mother somewhere. I do have some photos of me with my Dad’s mother, I know, because I was closest to her and we made a point to take photos.
All this to say, I want to make sure my children have photos with their grandparents and even their great-grandparents, who they are OH so blessed to know and eventually have memories with. I never had that chance at all.
I wasn’t great about getting photos of my kids with my parents during this last trip home, except if you count these few I took with my phone. And well, I guess they do count because both of my parents are in what I would consider their “natural habitat – my Dad sitting on the glider on his deck and my Mom watering her beloved flowers.
(and Dad must have already finished his glass of iced tea since his hands are folded on his belly. See him back there?).
We did get a photo of the kids and Tim’s Mom. A nice one in fact. She had one last year from our summer trip to Texas and wanted to update it for her FB page and just in general so we scurried out to the backyard and got everyone together and out came this.
I have nothing quite like this with my grandparents. The memories my children will have of these special people are so precious. I mean obviously they will also remember them for their personalities and the stories they told and the gifts they gave them (ha!) but to look at a photo like this and have all those things come flooding back? Well, that is worth all the photos in the world.