Zach’s first Christmas, and my grandfather’s last. He was sick with pancreatic cancer, but grew his Santa beard one last time to be Santa for his first great-grandchild. Zach was 11 months old. This picture is so precious to me. Toto (that’s what we called my grandfather) was so crazy about Zach. He would’ve loved Eli and Jonah, too. Sometimes I like to think he helped God choose the characteristics each child would have, knowing what we would enjoy. I miss him every day, but especially at Christmastime.
The following year, my big boy was almost two!
And we had our first family portrait taken together!