Oldest and Youngest

I have about a hundred photos from the past week, when my fourth older brother, Stephen, and his wife and new baby came to visit. But I love this one of my parents (Oma and Opa) and their oldest and youngest grandchildren especially. We are all amazed by Koll Henry, and here is one of the reasons why: he was born over 31 years after the first grandchild, Esther, who is holding him in this picture. As Esther says, "I could practically be Koll's grandma!" (Frightening, but true.)

I can't help but get a little weepy looking at this photo. My parents were in their mid-50s when the grandkids started coming. This little guy will never roast hot dogs on the beach with Oma and Opa, or go sailing with them out on Seneca Lake or hike along the railroad tracks with them and pick up treasures. But hopefully he'll still get Opa's stories and Oma's sweet songs, and the certainty that he is well loved.

Linked up with Amy's Finer Things Friday, Wordless Wednesday, 5 Minutes for Mom, and Seven Clown Circus