a turning heart.

Over the past couple of months I have been sorting stacks of photographs belonging to my grandfather, uncovering many pictures I have never before seen. I thought I'd share just a couple of my favorite treasures.

My dear grandpa and brother, in what was before only a vague memory.

My mother, when she was where I am now.

I have been connecting with my history like never before, witnessing past trials and triumphs, and ever-constant love. My heart is truly turning to my ancestors. And my family is becoming even more precious to me.

I love this feeling.