People will often blah, blah, blah about how children resemble their parents; in most cases, yes, this is true. We see a nose here, an eye there. It's cute, it's fun, and it's genetics.
But this little boy is a teeny, tiny version of his mama. Running, laughing, waving arms slightly blurred, one giant smile.
Enormous brown eyes:
Something mischievous, something kind. Something curious, something wise. She's all there.
Despite the fact that she is no longer here, I can only smile when I see her boy. This overwhelming joy, surely, is a miracle. The young man is his beautiful mother.
