throwing snowballs at that little girl?"
"Well, Mr. G., he's not really throwing them at her. Do you know who that little boy and girl are?" "No, Grandma." "That little boy is Grandpa and the little girl is me. We were about two years old. We didn't even know each other then because we lived a long ways from each other. My mommy and daddy took the picture of me playing in the snow and Grandpa's mommy and daddy took the picture of him. We really weren't throwing snowballs at each other - it just looks like we were."
Mr. G. looked a bit puzzled as he moved to on other things.
These sweet little pictures from the past are in a double frame on my little lamp table in the living room each winter. They usually lead to an interesting discussion whenever someone visits for the first time. But no conversation about the pictures of my sweetheart and I are as special as the one not long ago with our dear grandson, Mr. G.