Hands In The Air
Whenever we drive away from my grandparents house, they stand out on the front porch and wave us off until we can’t see each other anymore.
This afternoon, as we rounded the corner on our way home to Ripon, all I could see were both my grandfather’s hands in the air, letting us know that he loves us.
this brings tears to my eyes…my grandparents did the same thing to us…and now my parents do the same for my kids…it’s a beautiful thing
at 12:43 pm on December 27th, 2007