For as long as Oliver has been alive, people have been telling me he looks just like his dad. Just like his dad. I’ve been fine with that. I think Micah is a fine specimen of a human being. The world can use as many little clones of him as we are willing/able to produce.
But then my sister texted me this picture and all I could think was: “I’ve been lied to.”
Because when I see that picture, I immediately think of this picture:
Am I right? Is there just a little bit of me in Oliver? Just a smidge? Maybe . . . ?