Its not everyone who gets to put a smile on their grandparents face by simply walking in the door. I am no longer the cause of the smiles which is ok (kind of), but their smiles now come from their great-grandchild Marc. I always love spending time with both sides of my grandparents, but there is this special bond I share with my grandfather maybe because we look a like see the mini me post, if you need photographic proof.
There were moments of this trip that I was just beaming with pride the fact that Marc is now speaking a couple of words and he follows along with the hand songs like Itsy Bitsy Spider.
I have a few memories of my great-grandparents and as I get older they seem to get a little hazy but none the less I knew my bubby and zadie. At some point I need to start digging around in the basements for photos of me with my great-grandparents to show Marc one day. When he needs to do a report on his family history but hopefully he’ll be able to write great stories about spending time with his own great-grandparents.
That is very cool. We have a few similar pix of myself as a baby and later on with my son. I treasure those from when I was young- there is something very cool about seeing myself with the older three generations.
As a father I love having been able to do it with my son. It is an amazing and special thing.
That is a rad picture! I myself am blessed with being in two pictures of 4 generations. One with me as the youngest and up to my great grandfather. And another with my son as the youngest up to my grandfather. Those experiences are truly something to be admired and remembered.