My oldest daughter, Amber, with her three-month-old daughter, Isabelle, at an extended family Fourth of July gathering. I love watching my daughter and son-in-law as parents.
THERE ARE MOMENTS of love that can’t be measured. A look. A touch. A voice.
I captured the moment Isabelle looked up with such sweetness at her 83-year-old great grandmother, my mom Arlene.
Those moments happen in a fleeting and you wonder if you’ve really seen or felt or heard what your senses have experienced.
At the exact moment Marc and Amber kissed their daughter, Isabelle closed her eyes in contentment. I managed to capture this spontaneous reaction at a family Fourth of July celebration on Saturday in southwestern Minnesota.
But your mind tells you that, yes, you saw that sweet baby girl close her eyes in contentment when her parents kissed her.
The hand of an 83-year-old and a three-month old.
Yes, you felt love in the grip of tiny fingers wrapping yours.
My sweet husband, Randy, cuddles Izzy who is adorably outfitted in a patriotic dress from her Opa and Oma in California.
Yes, you heard love in the coo of your granddaughter’s soft voice.
Four generations: Great Grandma Arlene, Grandma Audrey, Mother Amber and baby Isabelle, all together for the first time on July 2. Photo by Randy Helbling.
I love being a grandma to sweet baby Isabelle, now three months old.
I love this sweet baby girl, my first grandchild, Isabelle. At three months old, she’s now smiling and cooing.
Today, no matter where or how you celebrate the Fourth, I hope you can spend part of the holiday with those you love most.
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling