Today’s prompt is to give 1000 words, or just a picture that’s worth that. This is my beautiful daughter and (one) of my most precious grandbabies – walking down by the river at the bottom of their property. It was August. It was hot. 1000 words would not begin to define the pride that I have in the woman that my daughter has become. She is my daughter by love, not blood. Some would call her a step-daughter. But I raised her, much as her birth mother and the other women in her young life. I didn’t divorce the kids, just their father.
I look at this picture and I think about the picture that my father has on his shelf; one of him and a great-grandson, walking hand in hand into the sunset, in an apple orchard; Pop is carrying a basket of apples. Vo is just about the same age as Ace.
I look at this picture and my heart swells with so much love and pride. I remember the wonderful birthday party they gave me down there, on that grass where they are walking. I think of the beautiful child, holding her mother’s hand and I praise and thank GOD for the abundance of blessings that he has given us. There are no words, not even 10,000, that can describe the gratitude and love that I have for my family.