Seeing You in Me...

Sometimes, I find it sweet, other times it scares me a little...

I look down at my hands, and I see yours.

I look at my reflection in the mirror, only it's your face I see.

I catch a facial expression, and I can see you doing the same one.

I think at first, it made me cry.

Now, it makes me smile... remembering you.

I remember as a child, sitting next to you in church on Sunday... holding your hand and "playing" with the veins on your hands. I thought it was very amusing, the way I could push on it a little and it would slide across the top of your hand... I remember asking you, "Mom, will I have veins like that when I get old?" You would smile at me and say "I don't know honey, you'll have to wait and see." I know that you never got the chance to see, Mom, but I do... They are just like yours. And guess what? Jacob "plays" with my veins now too.