I snapped this photo of her and her granddaughter late one night. The boys had long gone on to bed and we were up discussing life, love, family, faith, and shopping. It was in that moment that I realized that no matter how differently we may see and approach the world we were bound by blood. She had no choice when Jeff asked my hand in marriage and I had no choice when I fell in love with Jeff. But now it seems we are both deliberately making a choice to love and forgive one another of the others short comings. Who knows what the future brings and what trials lay ahead for our family. All I know is that I am glad that my husband was raised by a mom who despite her imperfections loved him with a perfect love and I can see that she loves my children with that same love. And as their mother, that is good enough for me.
2 comments:
So well put.
Very well said!
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