I stared at this photo for so long when I first saw it, wondering what exactly it was that made me love it so dearly. Was it the honesty in my husband's spectacle-free eyes? The way my daughter's collar was rumpled and disheveled just so? The tilt of her head leaning on his shoulder? I could not decide.
Then my older sister Emmy saw it and told me that Biet's face- her quiet yet moody little smirk- is exactly the face that I used to make nonstop as a toddler. It's the smirk of an opinionated little girl, and one that an older sister would remember well. And I realized that its the familiarity of this shot that feels so right to me. With Biet being the spitting image of her father, and inheriting (thus far at least) many of her looks, mannerisms, and tastes from him, I sometimes forget how much of me she has in her as well.
And so it may not be best quality, or the best lighting, but this instagram photo makes me smile ear to ear. And so it gets it's own little post here, so as not to be forgotten.
