Expressions

When I look at my son I see so much of myself and my side of the family in him. My blue eyes, my light hair (where did that come from?), my father's chin, my nose.

I feel a little bad for my husband sometimes because I know the joy it brings me to look at this little being and see bits of myself. My little mini me.

But then I realized something the other day. Oh my goodness how Bean's expressions are his fathers. His little crooked one sided smirk, the way his eyes smile along with his big grin, the way he scrinches his nose. . . . the way he sticks his lower lip out when he's getting ready to burst into tears. . .heh.

The biggest thing for me is the crooked smirk. . . . that is SO Hubs. It's one of the things that made me fall in love with him. When he would play the piano and sing to me, he'd look up and see I was watching him and he'd smile that little smirk.

I'm sure that one day Bean's smirk will catch the heart of one incredibly lucky lady. It already has captured mine. Twice.