I wrote about my Grandma coming to visit this week. Here we are, four generations all together.
O.K., so my mom’s eyes are closed, I have three chins and David is wearing his fireman costume. Grandma and Wade look alright.
But there’s more to this picture.
Two lives at their beginning.
Two lives in the middle.
A life nearing sunset.
And then there is this.
(Oh, that looks better doesn’t it? Maybe I should have just cropped the rest of us out to begin with.)
Great-grandma holding the brand new great-grandchild.
So many years behind her. So many ahead of him.
The possibility of new life. The wisdom of a life lived.
If only you could bottle all that possibility and wisdom, shake it up and hand it out to those of us in the middle.
It’s not that easy is it?
But we can learn from our history. And have optimism enough to apply those lessons to a future where we believe anything is possible. To honor those ahead of us, and to leave something better for those behind us.