I am burning the candle from both ends. There’s no help for it. I have a full-time job, a baby and my “spare” time is usually spent on photography projects. I’m not sure what I’m running on lately but fumes seems too strong a word. Sometimes the exhaustion is worth it though. Last weekend I flew to Massachusetts on a Saturday morning enduring a cancelled flight arriving fours later than anticipated, only to fly home Sunday afternoon enduring an upset infant and non reclining seat, all in the name of history.
Yes, forces aligned to make it possible to have a photograph taken of five generations of women who all share the middle name Louise. All of us first-born daughters, and I hope that someday Evie will have a daughter of her own and choose to continue the tradition. So here were are, and looking pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
My husband astutely pointed out that everyone had the same hairstyle except for me.
I really wasn’t sure how Evie would react to her Great Great Grandmother. My girl knows her people though and burst into a huge grin.
She met lots of new family members who had thus far admired her from afar and were thrilled to get the chance to see her in person. And the feeling was mutual.
My mother’s sister died at the age of fourteen from Leukemia shortly after I was born. Rainbows were always special to her though and every once in awhile she’ll send a sign that she’s still with us, watching over us. This trip was no exception. It was such a special weekend in so many ways.