Family cannot be captured in one photo. I like the imperfect photos of family because they tell a story, my story, my mother’s story, my sisters’ story, my brothers’. Family to me is large.
Family is loud.
Family touches. Family holds. Family forgives.
Family creates traditions…
Moments of family. The last dance my sisters and I had with Grandma Anne. That moment, filled with love, laughter and excitement, we thought there would be more dances, but this was her last.
My great-grandmother, Nana or Fat Nan if she was out of ear shot, born on the fourth of July and died on Valentines Day. Was this her last birthday bash?
The photos I cherish most…that I’m in possession of…Martha smiling as a child, they are so hard to find.
Barb by the pool, tiny, precious. Her little soft cotton top. What you can’t see I can feel—her smile, her dancing eyes, her soft hair.
My mom doing what she does best with her granddaughter…
With her daughter…
I have no children but my siblings have provided me with an abundance of love. Nieces and nephews whose company I’ve enjoyed no matter what their age…or mine.
Here’s to family!!!!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Family