I was brought up short again this morning at how very fortunate I am to have "my two beautiful children." I have only been able to say that phrase, as is, for four short years and it still chokes me up.
In the process of helping a good friend move, another friend snapped a shot of my daughter, posed in a big, black leather chair. I will steal any photo of her that comes across my path. In this particular photo, her hair is pulled back and her face is in full view. Or should I say their face?
The outstanding resemblance to her older brother, Rich, was like a big knock upside the head. I knew they had the same traits. I saw that much several years ago. But this photo really shows the resemblence between them. Enough so, they could almost be twins. We see a lot of that in our family. LOL!
Anyway, I put together a page of this new photo of Tori, and one of Rich taken the first weekend they met and put them side-by-side. Then added one taken the weekend of Tori and J's handfasting at Oklahoma Renaissance Faire.
I almost wish their "father" could see these pictures. I would love to rub his nose in the fact that, in spite of everything he did, I still found her. I would also like to know why he did it, who helped him, how they accomplished it, etc. Then again, none of us really want him back in our lives, so he'll never know. Not if any of us can help it.
Yeah, Tori's "Bubba" is still a bit weirded out by having a little sister, but he's getting used to it.
For me, it is enough that I have her back and the three of us have such a beautiful family relationship.
I love you two,
da Mama person
