On the wall in my dining room, I have three photos of little girls at age two.
One is of me,
one is of my daughter, Sara,
and the third one is of my first granddaughter, Peyton.
Peyton, from the start, had a resemblance to me.
People would comment on it.
Then the photo was taken of her at two,
and it was placed beside that of Sara at two---
again, a resemblance.
After Dad died, I got my photo of me at age two.
Thus emerged the photo arrangement.
Sara --- two
Me, Beth -- two
Sara -- age 35 and me -- age 57
This was taken during a visit last summer.
Peyton -- two
Above is Peyton at age 8 last summer. Below is Peyton, still 8, last Sunday during awards after her gymnastics meet
Where has all the time gone?
Now my daughter has her own daughter, Abigail or Abby. Here they are at a photo shoot this past September.
Here is Abby sitting prettily by herself. She is 7 months in these photos. She just turned 9 months.
Although I also have three grandsons, this post is mainly about the females in the family, so I will include my third granddaughter, Addison or Addy. (The grandsons can be featured another time).
Here Addy is being held by her Daddy, my son Doug.
Last summer I snapped this photo of Addy or Addy Jane as I call her, at age 4 with her daddy, now 33 and a father of three and stepfather of one.
My children have children.
Where has the time gone?
Bits and pieces of our lives have been recorded over time on slides and on Kodak film glued into scrapbooks. I have approximately 12 journals recording the small and the humongous events in our lives. But where it all resides, together as one, is in my heart.
Some day, hopefully, we will take a family photo of us all with the grandkids grown up and possibly with children of their own.
We will look at each other and say, Where has the time gone?
Then we will smile because we had that time together.
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