Some of the people in this photo do not share my DNA
My Momma of course gave me my DNA. In this photo, she was in terrible pain and she will probably be mad at me for posting this. She dressed up and showed up because I asked. It was a big ask….. I know that. She was miserable and I am grateful she loves me enough that she would put on dress clothes to make me happy on this day.
The guy standing beside me does not share my DNA but he put a ring on my finger almost 35 years ago so he qualifies. A suit? He never wears a suit. But I asked and he put it on.
I see so much more in this picture than dressed up people. I see dedication and hard work. I see loving the unlovable. I see forgiveness. I see our home in the background. A place that we worked side by side to create. I see love.
The big kids showed up.
Two share my DNA and they all share my heart.
Some live under my roof and some live 2 hours down the road. They dressed up and showed up. They smiled and my goodness we all sweated cause it was hot.
The babies…….share a little DNA and a lot of my heart. They are precious and I love them to my very core. Every single cell.
Why would we pose in front of old truck in our prettiest of clothes? We could have gone anywhere.
Why? Because Vernon, Dad or Papa needed to be in the photo. Family photos seem to never come at the right time and we are no exception. Someone is out of town or someone is pregnant and we will wait until the baby comes. Someone is sick or someone has to work. That truck “Lucy” stands in for Dad. Dad loved old cars and trucks and there is no better symbol of him than “Lucy Truck.”
Don’t wait to take the photo. It doesn’t have to be professional but they sure are pretty. And you Mommas and Grandmammas……get in the picture.
Don’t wait to say I Love you
Don’t wait to make the phone call
The people in this photo are loved
They are cherished
They are part of my DNA even if we don’t share it.
Thank you family, every last one of you for dressing up, showing up and being my people.
You are loved.