
So anyway, onto my picture. I don't try to throw myself a pity party, but those generational photographs where baby, mom, grandma, great-grandma all have their hands on top of each other drive me bonkers. If you have one, no disrespect...in all honesty I'd probably have one too if I had the ability. The only reason I don't like them is because they remind me of what I do not have - my mom or my grandmas. But two Christmases ago, my dear friend (Beth Tilley Green Photography) photographed my little family of 3. When I saw the pictures I was immediately drawn to the picture of my hand holding Kaylee's. It is officially my favorite photo and is hanging on our wall. And so, here is my picture of my hand doing what I think is it's most important job...guiding Kaylee. Tonight she held my hand as we walked from the kitchen to the dinner table, just because! I didn't want to let go. Figuratively I don't think I ever will.