Before Joe proposed to me he met with my grandfather and asked for his blessing. Nothing could have proven to me more that he knew me well. (Though the ring he chose was a pretty good indication).
My grandfather has been, for a long time, one of the most important people in my life. He’s 92 now. He’s been a widower for almost ten years. He walks with a cane that he made himself. He still sketches beautiful pictures and plays the mandolin to keep his brain working.
This Saturday, the wonderful Sara McConnell will be taking our photos. My Gramps, my mother, my daughter and me. I relish this opportunity. I live for every moment he spends with her.
She will know him, maybe just a little bit, the same way I remember my great-grandparents, but she will know him and we will have beautiful pictures forever.