
That's my mom. Holding me. She's the same age as I was when I had my first child. And I'm probably no more than a month old. I found this picture when I went brought my kids to visit my grandmother last summer. When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. The look on my mother's face makes me cry. It is so amazing to be able to see what she looked like as she looked at me with such love. And I know, because now I have my own children, just what that love feels like. And to know that someone feels that love for me, that fierce, all-encompassing, no-matter-what kind of love, is a gift that is so meaningful. It makes me feel stronger, better, more worthwhile. And I am so thankful that this moment was captured so that when I look at it, and I look at my mother today, I can see the legacy of love she feels for me, and how it has always been there and will never change.





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L's hand holding his great grandma's.
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