I recently took my husband's grandmother, aunte, cousin and second cousin out to take their pictures.
Four generations of women.
Four beautiful women.
As I peered through the lens at each one of these woman, I thought of all the journeys each woman had been on, where they rooted from to where their life has led them.
It was amazing to think that three of these women were created by one.
These women shared a bond like only a woman can. Seeing your daughter grow up and carry on the legacy of your family is a precious thing to behold.
It made me long for the day when I can have my picture taken with my mother, my daughter and her daughter.
As scary a thought as that is, I see proof right in front of me of what a blessing it can truly be.
