My Grandpa is 91. Here he holds the hand of his youngest great-grandchild, Annabelle who will be 10 months this week. After decades of blue collar work, his hands are incredibly soft and I love how he loves my babies. This picture reminds me of the quote that goes something like this: A man is never so tall as when he stoops to hold the hand of a child. I've looked everywhere and cannot find the exact quote. Anyone out there have it? Anyway, I love that thought and it is so true. It also reminds me of the gentle hand of our loving Father, as he protects, corrects and guides his wayward children.Thank you Christine for taking such a wonderful picture. Our children are so blessed to know their great-grandparents.
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"No man stands so tall as when he kneels to help a child"
That is what they engraved in the sign at Madison Elementary for my Grandpa with his name and years of service underneath.
Not sure who said it though. :)
This is so poignant. Ninety years between the two--remarkable. I could look at this photo for an hour.
This is BEAUTIFUL...the picture and your words. Thank you for following things so faithfully with me. You really are an amazing woman, Jeny. OH! And I LOVE the picture a couple down of Annabelle. You have such exquisite kids. I think we need to have a playdate soon--as soon as our strep goes away, of course!
Love,
Danielle
I love seeing it in black and white. I'm so glad I was able to capture such a moment in time. Your words add so much to it.
I echo the other commenters, but I'll say it anyway: Beautiful, both the picture and your reflections!
Much love,
Jody
Ohh how I wish that Granma was still here! Her heart would be bursting with love for all her great grandchildren...us grandkids already know how much she loved us!
xoxo
Angel, hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her and long for her to know my kids (and each of the great grandkids) What a great bunch we have! You're right, she would be so proud of them and would love them so much. I talk of her often with my babies trying to infuse my memories into their little minds. I don't want her to be forgotten.
How exquisite, Jen. My heart cradles that young, wee hand while holding on for dear life to that ancient, noble one. Both of my hands nearly span the bridge, n'est pas?
Your thought provoking sentiment spoke to Ed's little girl.
I love you!
Mom
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