Generations

This picture of four generations is one of my favorites. It includes my mother, my granddaughter, myself, and my son. This was the first time my mother and I saw the new baby. There is this empty space in my house that used to be my son's room. All his things are still there as well as some of his clothes. Its just like he left it, well, almost. When he and his wife came home for Christmas, it seemed almost the same, but not quite. She was six months pregnant and everyone was anticipating the arrival of the newest family member. Life had changed for all of us, but the fundamental things had not. My son is still the same loving and gentle young man who enjoyed being a volunteer fireman and a Longhorns fan. It was no surprise that he wanted to go into the Navy. It was no surprise he is a great husband and father. What caught me off guard was how much I would miss him once he went off to the Navy.