This past December we took a trip to Texas, to visit my husband’s father and his family. His father’s father, Grandpa Howard, was visiting from New York. We decided to take a photo of four generations of Wander boys.
It got me thinking: how many people have the privilege of growing up around past generations of their families? Back in the day when it was common to live in multi-generational homes, I don’t think this photo would have meant as much to me as it does now. But we only see most of our family once or twice a year.
The way Sam and his Great-Grandpa Howard are looking at each other…I just melt
