01/12/2026
Some roots are planted so deep… even time can’t pull them up. 🤍🌾
This is my granddaddy. He’s no longer with us — he went to Heaven in 2007 — but not a single day goes by that I don’t feel his presence. His voice. His guidance. His love. I feel this with the memories of all my grandparents.
That little boy beside him is my son. He’s 25 now… but in this moment, he was just a child learning life from a man who shaped our world.
Before the farm had a name…
Before dreams had direction…
Before we knew what this would become…
We were right here.
Feeding chickens. Laughing. Learning. Loving.
This picture holds generations.
It holds stories.
It holds lessons that were never written down — only lived. 🐓
Even though he’s gone, his legacy, as well as my other grandparents, are still breathing through us.
In the way we work.
In the way we love.
In the way we honor family and tradition.
This isn’t just a photo.
It’s proof that the greatest gifts are passed down, not bought.
Forever grateful.
Forever remembering.
Forever carrying him, as well as my other grandparents, with us. 🤍
