Every now and then you get a glimpse of the person inside the person who is your child. Today we gathered for Easter. All of my kids and all of their kids. One almost wife, one husband, just one husband missing. it was a lot of people, for sure.
After breakfast and the Easter baskets and the egg hunt i wanted a picture of all the grandkids ( 4) with my husband and me. On the couch. In the sunroom. Now, my grandchildren are 4,3,2 and 1 and getting all four of them to do anything at the same time, is well, you know. tough. seriously tough. Two of my kids kind of ignored the request, the husband wandered into the other room, and I sat on the couch with the two oldest, getting ready for a major “poor me, I cant get my babies on my lap for a picture” moment. My youngest daughter, who puts on this tough girl facade, who pretends to not really give a darn about my little requests….stepped up . “alright everyone on the couch.” she gathered her dad, the other two kids, the other parents so they could cheer on the picture session and grabbed one of the cameras.
My heart melted. Seemingly tiny little thing I know, but she looked at me and knew that I needed that picture. And she made it happen. Thanks punk. Dont think I didnt notice.