Four Generations

The afternoon gathering came together rather quickly. My daughter Katie and I had plans for her to bring my grandson Aiden over and visit today. On a spur of the moment, I invited my mom to join us. She accepted. Not only was this the first time in 10 years that Katie and my mom have seen each other, but for the first time in my life four generations of my family were together: my grandson, his mother, his grandfather and her great grandmother.

It was a monumental occasion, this reunion. One that I’d long figured I might never witness, and one of which I’m tremendously proud.