I am sentimental. I keep important things, and cherish them. Like the postcard from my first best friend, Erin Gross. In her big, first grader printing, it says, "Dear Greta, You are my best old buddy." It is one of my treasures. When I got married, my Mom gave me the Little House cookbook. I will probably never make anything out of it, I haven't yet, but it matters to me because of all the memories I have of the 2 of us reading those books. I have James' and William's first shoes hanging on the Christmas tree every year. I have kept every one of their doctor reports from their baby well-checks to present. (Not the sick ones cause those are boring and there are way too many of them) I find meaning and significance in all sorts of different things.
All this is to say how much I love this picture. Aaron's Dad, Papa, was holding Lilly the other night and I snapped a few photos of the 2 of them. This is my favorite. Each time I look at it I want to cry. I think about Papa's hands holding Aaron when he was a little baby in just the same way he is now holding Lilly. And then I think about the way Aaron will someday hold his grandchild. Even though grandparents holding grandkids is an everyday, commonplace, nothing out of the ordinary experience, I am still in awe of it. It is like, for a moment, you get a glimpse of your parents when they held you, and you can imagine the joy and wonder they felt, because you are feeling the same things about your baby. There is nothing insignificant about the time my kids spend with their grandparents. Every kiss, every hug, every story read is creating a lifetime of sweet, sweet memories. I think grandparents are treasures.