The first grand baby in our family was born when I was about six. He is a faint memory in my little girl mind. He was born still but his memory is present.
Many nieces and nephews came after him. The next grandchild born is now married and has three children of his own; and so the stories continue.
My mom can tell you about each of her grandchildren whether biological, adopted or inherited with marriage. She knows the trials they have faced and still prays for them by name.
This picture is of the last three grand babies. I think these three boys will be the final chapter in the story of the grand babies in our family.
My dad passed away about a month after this picture was taken and just two months short of his last grandchild's 1st birthday.
This final chapter is one of miracles and prayers fulfilled. Each of these boys comes with a story of faith, patience, endurance and memories of phone calls to mom and dad where mom would always say, "I pray for you every day." Dad would say, "I put your name on the temple rolls today." I am grateful for the legacy of faith that each of these boys has been born into.
