A Name

My grandfather is one of the kindest men I've ever known. My grandmother recently told me how at one time he didn't think his legacy would continue, that he thought he'd be the last Grayson. (He had two daughters.) Well, it just so worked out that my brother and I were given my mom's maiden name, thus continuing on the pride of my grandfather. Then, my brother solidified the prospects with three boys of his own. Finally, Julian came along, and my grandmother told me that Papaw was overjoyed that his name would live on through me, also. Which gave me the inspiration for this pic. It's the first I've ever done like this, so I'll keep at it until it's perfect. But at this moment, I think I understand his family pride

Julian will carry on name only my name, but his.