Grandmas and Babies

Two Great Grandma's with a baby for each.  I know which one is me in this picture (the smaller baby) and that the other baby is my cousin but I'm not entirely sure which Great Grandma is which and who the others in the picture are.  But, even knowing just the little bit that I do makes this picture really important to me.  I remember one of these women from when we took peppermint candy canes to her and then once when we admired her crocheted hot pads (done in wildly clashing colors since her eye sight was so bad).  The other one I don't remember at all.

The really cool thing about this picture is that these women got to meet me.  They probably cooed about how cute I was (or not, but we'll sure pretend they thought I was cute) and discussed which side of the family I took after.  I may have even spit up or drooled on one or both of them.  Because I was their great granddaughter, they loved me.  That much I know.

This past week we've had a few multi generation pictures taken with my mother in law.  Two were five generations of her family.  I watched how much she instantly loved those little fifth generation babies the minute she met them and that's how I know that these women loved me.  It's just the way it is with grandmas and great grandmas.  There are some constants in life that can be depended on.