The other night, I was tired and a little silly. I was trying not to laugh at something C was doing, and I felt my face arrange itself in an expression of my mother’s. I knew, without looking, that it was precisely the same one.
And then I found this picture, probably one of my favorite ones ever.
Yeah, that’s tiny baby me sleeping with Mom. In the same position. And I’ve been assured repeatedly that nobody arranged us that way.
And then C looked at this picture and said “It’s like looking at you while you’re sleeping. Except it’s your mother. And we don’t have an ugly couch. Or a baby. That’s freaky!!”
Not really any point to posting this, I just like the picture a whole lot.