The other day, I sent my Mom this picture of E that I took while we were playing with her books:
My Mom told me to wait, and then I could hear noises and scuffling and shuffling. She finally said, "Gotta go. I'll call you back in a sec." And she hung up on me. A minute later, I received a picture text from her (because she still hasn't learned that you can text while already on a phone call...), and it was this picture of me from when I was E's age:
It is a picture of a picture that was taken about 27 years ago (GAG, that sounds old), but we both thought it was neat how much we look alike. Not always. Some days, I think she looks just like her Daddy. When her face is relaxed and her eyebrows up just a bit, I think they look so similar.
But here, in this one...she's mine.