06/06/2026
There’s a story hidden in this photo.
Growing up in the south, there are certain things that never really leave you. One of them is family standing on the porch, waving goodbye, and watching you cross the road or make it safely home. It’s a simple act, but it’s one of love. A quiet way of saying, “I’m here, and I care.”
This image was taken from Faith’s mamaw’s back yard, just off the back porch. From this very spot, she likely watched her family come and go countless times through the years. She watched children grow up, celebrations unfold, gardens grow, and ordinary days become cherished memories.
Now, this photo captures Faith walking back toward her mom’s house, holding hands with her baby, her shoes dangling from her other hand. If Mamaw were still standing on that porch, she’d probably be calling out for her to put those shoes back on before she stepped on a bee.
It’s such an ordinary moment, but somehow it carries the weight of so many years, so much love, and so many memories.
When someone who was such a big part of your life is no longer here, the milestones can feel a little different. A little quieter. You find yourself wishing they could be standing on that porch one more time, watching another generation walk the same path.
But grief has a way of teaching us to look for reminders of what remains. We see it in the sweet smiles of our babies. We see it in flowers blooming beneath the warmth of God’s sunlight. We see it in the love that continues long after someone is gone.
This photo may be what Mamaw would have watched from her porch. But what she sees now is far greater… and somehow, that makes the empty places feel a little less empty.
