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.
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Ah, I remember that feeling of mingled familiarity and astonishment. I'm so happy for you.
lovely.
and, other than deeply grateful and very happy, how are you?
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!
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