Nope, She's Not My Grandbaby

 

I didn't know before I became pregnant with Mallory that there's a social stigma surrounding mothers having newborn daughters when they're old enough to also have grandaughters. At this point I've had enough people wonderingly ask if it's hard to have a daughter close in age to my grandchildren that I know it's not an uncommon assumption, along with a few disapproving looks and comments.

How silly.

How sad.

How absolutely wrong. 

This is what it looks like to be a woman who has both gray hair and a 3-month baby in arms. She was new life in a hard season. She's a delight. She's a gift from a good Creator.  She's our joy.  

(Thanks to Mildred for taking these pictures on that Easter Sunday.)