I think of the bond between mothers and daughters and the old expression comes to mind: A son is a son until he takes a wife, but a daughter’s a daughter all of her life.
We look into our baby daughter’s eyes and see ourselves–only better. Full of promise; free of worry.
Our daughters unlock the mystery of our mothers. Once upon a time, there was a teen-aged us who swore we’d “never be like HER.” Then, when we least expect it, we hear our mother’s voice coming out of our mouth!
Once elevated to the realm of grandmother, nothing compares to the simple joy of observing a daughter with her child.
Some 80 years ago, someone looked into a daughter’s deep brown eyes and was filled with wonder. Today, that baby is a great-grandmother. It was a privilege to capture these moments with Great-grandma Rose, her daughter, granddaughter and great-granddaughter–and namesake, Matilda Rose.