Summer.

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It’s funny how things work out

Remember when everyone used to talk all about how much Amelia looked just like Justin? She really did! As an infant, she was all daddy. I mostly got a kick out of the comments and whatnot. Justin’s a pretty handsome guy so I’m definitely down with my little one taking his face if you know what I mean. But then, after the first year or so, the comments got a little old. . . especially when made by certain people—if you KNOW what I mean.

And then something happened. Slowly but surely, I started to see myself in her face. Just a little bit. Not in her coloring or structure, but in her expressions. I saw it but still heard the comments ad nauseum. Most notably, I overheard a certain someone say, “Especially when she smiles, she is just ALL Justin.” At which point, I almost spit out my drink, that unfortunately, was not alcoholic.

Then it was my birthday and my mom brought me this.

(Richie 6, Gena 2—our birthdays are one day apart!)

And it reminded me of somebody else I know.

 

YUP.
The poor girl.