Sunday, June 22, 2008

A Face I've Always Known

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.


Jessica said...


Songbird said...

Ah, I remember that feeling of mingled familiarity and astonishment. I'm so happy for you.

more cows than people said...


and, other than deeply grateful and very happy, how are you?

Jan said...

Like Songbird, I remember those precious moments of looking at your baby. My oldest son will be 29 on Sunday, so I'm remembering fondly those long-ago looks. You are blessed!