Generations of love, generations of love, I've done you wrong...

Just a few family photos I took yesterday;

Four generations: My grandmother, my mother, her niece and her son.

Morgan wasnt real happy to be held by his great grandmother, possibly because grandma wasn't strong enough to hold him properly, or perhaps because he had just woken up from a nap.  But most of the day, he was laughing and cooing and playing.

POLT