Every so often I enjoy opening up the drawer to the secretary at my parents house and looking through old family photos. I especially like to look at photographs of my grandparents when they were young. I find myself imagining and romanticizing of what it might have been like to live back then.
Looking at photos of them when they were around my age always feels mysterious. It is baffling to me that they were once my age and probably had similar hopes and fears for the future, but now all but one of them has gone to be with the Lord. Time goes by so fast, and before I know it one day (Lord willing) I too will be old with grandchildren who look at old photos of Brady and I wondering about these same things.
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