My mom took this picture in a photography class 17 years ago. Shoes of my dad’s, my daughter’s.
She has spent her life following in Grandpa’s footsteps. From her first steps, where he went, she went. As she grew, he kept special hats and shirts for her, just like his. In fact, they were his… so she could be his buddy. Doing projects. Doing stuff.
And how he loved those footsteps following him. She is bigger now, obviously. Her steps are slowed with teenage pacing when she visits. No longer running after him with every step he makes.
Physically that is… Her heart still follows Grandpa. Every move, thought, joke. She takes it in, loving him.
Adoring everything about her Grandpa. And when her footsteps take her into adulthood, even if they are miles from him, the influence will carry her. She’ll remember the ways of Grandpa.
The way they built together, one step of love after another.