I've found that I've been doing quite a few family session lately that include grandparents and that's a good thing!
At the beginning of the year, I set my goal to document more of my own family and of my daughter growing up with her grandparents. Sadly, I know they won't be here forever and I want to have these to show Addie when she gets older.
Don't forget to document life's every day moments. No matter how big or small!
This photo just speaks volumes to my heart. Walking in memory of our dad, grandpa, great-grandpa, best friend and husband. He loved us...he was beautiful. Our family is solid, we are beauty. I love so much about each and every one of them. Unique and strong...that is us...that is family.
Our children have become kick ass parents and we have become kick ass grandparents. Ahhh the circle of life! We will rock yet another generation!! 🤘
#alssucks 💔 #familyiseverything#iloveyou#strongaf#respect#generations#showthemtheway#beleaders
When I close my eyes, I can see them. Standing tall, lined up in a neat row, their sturdy stems reaching for a blue sky. Slender reed-like leaves stiff in the still air. I would watch them over the weeks. My child’s eyes waiting in wonder for The Day; that time teased by anticipation as buds began to bulge large with the beauty they held within. Then one day it would happen. Expected but unexpected. My grandmother’s gladiolus would bloom.
Huge red and orange blossoms would burst forth from buds that seemed altogether too small to have held them. Unable to contain the secret within they released the captive flowers to world. From top to bottom the stately stems displayed their crowning glory, almost as if to say,"Come pay homage!" And I did. With my eyes widened by their beauty and through my child’s sense of wonder, the gladiolus wafted their way into my world and found a forever home in my childhood.
My grandmother is old now, closing in on a century. Still the memories of those days, her back bent over the flower garden, trowel in hand, are as clear as clean glass. When ever I see them, I am reminded of my grandmother. And my grandmother’s gladiolus.