I think I've finally learned, to love you more

Isn't making babies amazing?   I'm not meaning the actual "making babies" bit, although that is a bit amazing - I'm talking about the actual creation of a little human bean. 

When Boy was born, late at night, and at 3.30 in the morning when I finally lay down to rest, and Boy was placed in a little plastic tub by my side.

I turned and watched this little piece of living breathing human which I had just forced from my body, and as I wiggled down the bed to be level with my little human, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. 

The face looking at me was his dad;  the eyes, the nose, the cheeks. Despite being baby like in every sense of the word, I was staring at a tiny little replica of his dad.

As he grew up, I watched him change; saw me in him, saw his dad in him;  the colouring was his dad, the cheeky face was me.  

He is totally his own person, but he is never going to escape his paternal identity.  

Today he posted  a photo of himself, his usual cryptic nonsense applied to it.  I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it - he's loosing me again and becoming more, and more his dad; as someone last week posted... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. 

I dragged Si up and made him pose, same stance, same "moody" face ... and it had been my intention to paste them side by side - but I actually love this blurred double exposure.  - But I've added the side by side for you to compare sultry looks :-)