I was telling a friend of mine today about the photos my mom brought out while I was at her house last night... and she sent me this clip-
I loved it... and it spoke to me. Its true! Pictures speak..... As I looked through that old shoebox stuffed full of old family photos... I could have cried. I saw my family- some have gone on... and some still here. They were young.. they were happy. I saw my great grandma as a young woman, raising a house full of children.... a side of her I had never seen... b/c I only remember her older. I saw pictures of my granny... a blonde haired little girl with a half buttoned up sweater and tattered shoes on. I imagined her as that child.. what was her favorite dolly? Her playing with her siblings... She grew up to be such a wonderful grandma, who nurtured me, loved me, and worried over me. But- she wasnt always my granny.... she was young.... she was happy... she was safe and carefree. A little girl with messy blonde hair- and I loved that little girl.
It just reminded me of how quickly time is passing. One day someone will be looking through an old shoebox of pictures of me and my children... what will they see? What story will I tell? That I was young. I was happy. I was a good mom. I loved my children. I loved pictures.
Pictures speak........... are you listening?