Last week we had the honor of flying out to California for Selah to meet her great-great grandmother. Granny is 96 years old, and Selah 6 months.
I couldn't help but marvel at the spectrum of life as those two met for the first time. Fingers gnarled by the years holding those so fresh and new. Smooth-skinned baby cheeks delighted to be kissed by Granny's wise and weathered ones. I know neither of them will likely remember the other, but it was so sweet to see them bring such joy to one another.