Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children. Proverbs 17:6
After my son and one and only was born, I was in and out of the hospital. One operation led to another until my cervix was so butchered and scarred that ever getting pregnant again was impossible. Finally, at the age of twenty-seven, I had to have a hysterectomy. But that’s okay! My son had four children and his two oldest had four of their own. Well, almost. My granddaughter is due her fourth in September, three months from now. I thank God for his many blessings through my beautiful, growing family!
Micaiah, the youngest and only redhead. Finally! 
Micaiah 
Micaiah sporting a wig 
Micaiah pulling his paw paw’s beard 
Micaiah sleeping like a baby 
Micaiah and his sister, Abigail 
Micaiah and his mom 
Micaiah, our little cowboy 
Our oldest grandchild and his family 
My granddaughter’s three boys, Talon, Briley, and Lucas. One more boy is on the way! 
Briley, the great fisherman 
Briley, the great climber 
Talon, Mr. personality 
Talon, always being his awesome self 
Briley and Pap Paw, my husband 
Lucas, our happy boy 
Lucas visiting the doctor 
Abigail, our one and only great-granddaughter 
Abigail and Paw Paw, my son 
Phinehas, our little livewire 
Phinehas 
Phinehas 
Abigail 
Gideon, the king of livewires 
Gideon 
Gideon 
Gideon and Phinehas 
Gideon and his best buddy 
Gideon
Digital Photo Painting 