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Monday, March 3, 2014

The next generation.



"Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows."


It seems like yesterday when my Father became a Grandfather. It was not yesterday, it was more like 35 years ago as a matter of fact. Last month, on February 4th, I followed in my Father's footsteps as my son (and his wife) made me a Grandfather. He also made his Mom a Grandmother---I still feel too young to wear the moniker, but I also know when he was born, I was almost four years younger than he is today when he came into this world. 

For anyone who feels being a grandparent is going to be a wake up call about life---it is. It's one of the best calls you will likely receive. 

Brandon Todd will be one month old on Tuesday; what has always amused me, is in the first 700+ days life, a baby's time is accumulated in the number of months that have passed. At that magical moment, after he/she turns two, the months drop and the years start to take over. Is two far away at this moment? Of course it is; until one day, suddenly, he's 5 and then 8 and then...you get it. My son turned 29 in a matter of a few years---like any parent I ask, "Where did the time go?" 

One of the best moments of my first weekend with Brandon was watching this new family bond. It's very apparent there is a lot of love between the three of them---babies do that to families. They change the course from two people living together to one of a family unit. It's not the first time this has happened, but as a first-time Grandfather, it is. That kid is one lucky little boy.

If you have read "Snap.Shot." for any period of time, you know I am very passionate about photography. Okay, more like obsessive, sue me. When I knew we were going to meet Brandon, I wanted to make sure we had the trusty Nikon with us to capture a photo I really wanted taken. It was one that will last forever, because one day it will be all that's left of this moment. It's not something I am looking forward to, but it's called life. 

My wife took a photo of the 4 generations of our family. Sure, we would have taken it if Brandon was a girl, but something about 4 male members---when we tend to be very heavy on females---captured the moment I am so anxious to give to my Dad. When a girl is born in the family I will be saying the same thing. In a future "Snap.Shot." it will be the featured photo.

But for now...

The photo above was taken the first day we met Brandon. My daughter Audrey is holding her nephew; whereas there are some mothers who might be concerned about a child holding a new born baby, Lauren had no qualms about both of our younger daughters doing it (or me.) My wife was never a thought---she has a lot of experience holding babies. The two girls had talked for weeks about how they were so excited to meet and hold their new nephew---for all three of them, they will be growing up together as there are really not that many years between them. 



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