So, my baby is three weeks old--yesterday actually. People ask who she looks like. I look at my precious girl and she looks like her. Others have said she looks like her half-sister and half-brother. My mom said that she looks like my sister and more often that she looks like my dad. My dad died 21 years ago today when I was 9. I remember him, but yet I don't--not as much as I'd like and not as much as I used to and not enough to say. My mom will be bringing me a picture of my grandma (my dad's mom) and said that it will show me why she thinks my girl looks like my dad.
But I look at my sweet baby's face and while I will forever say that she looks like her, I look at her and can't help but feel as though I'm looking at a face I've always known.