Three Roses on the Dance Floor.
When I came across this picture from our wedding I thought…right there are 3 different generations, but there’s something connecting us more than just blood.
The name passed down generations.
As Chris and I picked out names for our little shrimp, which I cannot believe was so many months ago, it didn’t go too smoothly. We had such different opinions on girl & boy names. I was drawn to more traditional, classic names; he more modern. We went back and forth with names, but there was one thing we agreed on immedietly. The middle name.
Rose. If we have a little girl, her middle name will be Rose. A tradition will continue.
If we have a little boy…that’s for another day 🙂