A Treasured Photo
Growing up, we had a photograph of my Irish Grandparents at the bottom of our staircase. It was posed picture of them on their wedding day, I loved it.
My grandfather died a couple of years before I was born, and that photo was my only visual of the man behind the stories my mother often told of him.
A few years ago a relative sent us this photograph, and I fell more in love. Unlike the staged photo I grew up with, it shows interaction between the two, and I can easily imagine the love they shared. Don’t they look blissfully happy?
Now it hangs at the top of my staircase, as a reminder to them, and also to me…to document little the little moments.
HAPPY ST. PADDY’S EVERYONE!