I remember the way her skin was so soft.I remember her pearls that lay over her chiffon buttoned-up blouse.I remember her making me toast...perfect toast.I remember her jewelry box filled with sparkly treasures.I remember her...and she was beautiful.she was MY grandma.smiling at my own memories and then getting to watch THESE beautiful ladies love their nana and pour over their nana's treasuresis something that I won't soon forget.what was even more amazing, was getting to watch the newest generation,not yet knowing the treasure of the memories they were making in playing with her party gloves,in getting to hear detailed descriptions of just who was in those funny old black and white photograph's that filled those old trunks,watching this newest generation spend sunshine time with their nana but also with their mother's nanais a memory that one day they will look back on and smile.THIS was a beautiful afternoon of getting to photograph a beautiful legacy of a family I so greatly admire. :)