This is Lyla’s great-grandmother, Grace, after which our daughter received her middle name. I shot this at Christmas and it’s one of my most favorite photos I’ve taken so far. When I think of my daughter being just 17-months old now, it’s almost impossible to imagine one day she could be married, have kids, and then her kids have kids and one day one of them would somehow bounce on my lap at Christmas (If I stick around this life that long).

A simple photo to represent the beauty of family and the generations that have been and are yet to come.

I’m displaying this photo at church tomorrow as part of a contest that invited artists to create something to represent “Mom.”

For whatever reason, this photo is what popped into my head first.

Happy mother’s day!