There are many things I think when I look at this little gal. One of them is, "I wonder who she'll be most like.." In the back of my mind I'm sorta keeping tabs on the things she does that are like Sean and the things that seem more like Carlyeisms. She has his sweetness. Not to say I wasn't sweet, but she has this unadulterated love that just gushes out of her and she's happy and content and so completely vulnerable. She just lets it all hang out. I love it. On the other hand, she has this temper and determination that seem so much like me that sometimes I wonder what I'm up against. (myself it seems!) She has this furrowed brow when she's concentrating or when she's mad or confused that is so me that I can't even believe it. She is stubborn...in ways that only a stubborn person like me can understand. I can hear you laughing, Mom. It's a battle of wills at times. You think she doesn't understand no yet? HA! Foolish commoners! She understands and looks at me - and when I look at her she frowns and goes, "aaaAAAAH!" Ooh boy. But man, I love her. I mean, didn't I want her to be a strong woman? One that can withstand the evil in this cruel world, remember who she is and know that above all she's loved? YES! She is strong. Strong and sweet. A little while back I was lamenting that she might be too much like me and someone said to me, "Good! I hope she is! You're a kind, fun, strong person and she would be lucky to be like you!" Good friend. And he was right. We should all be proud of our kids. Rather than worrying about them being like us, let's cultivate it and grow it into something beautiful. We are, in fact, all made in God's image right?