Wouldn’t you know it? The 30th picture on my phone is of one of my children. The odds of that occurring are oh…about 99%. I had to e-mail a photo of my son as a baby for a project but didn’t have a digital copy available so I snapped this picture of a picture I took many years ago.
I’ve been amazed by this blonde-haired, blue-eyed little boy, from the first moment I held him in my arms. How could something so beautiful come from me?
He’s almost a teenager now. The chubby cheeks and double chin have disappeared along with the dimpled hands and “rubber band” wrists. A handsome nasal bridge has transformed the cute little button nose. The rest of the baby teeth popped up and then were pushed out by permanent ones that now adorn a breathtaking smile. The peach fuzz on his baby scalp barely hinted at the cowlicks and widow’s peak that would eventually appear. These days, he keeps his hair trimmed short and spiked with gel to tame the unruly tresses.
His eyes are still a striking blue and I still sometimes wonder if he’s really mine. Then I catch a glimpse of that unmistakable feature that proves he is–the little elf ears–and smile. Yes, he’s mine.