Ever since my oldest daughter was little, we have been told that we look a great deal alike. On occasion she truly loves this when someone calls us sisters. I love that moment but her, not so much! 🙂
To be honest, she is 27 years old now and the moment it really hit me how much we look-alike is when this photo was being taken. (The photographer was stellar and I highly recommend her by the way.)
For a long moment I looked at her and thought, “wow we really do look-alike.” I find it amazing that God created a child who resembles me so much. That he felt the looks he gave to me were good enough to use again. The day of her wedding was one of the best not only for her but for her mother as well.
My middle daughter, now her, I see more of myself in her as she gets older.
She is 22 years old and with age, although still young, I see her choices and actions resemble some of mine. It warms my heart to receive a phone call about cooking, as I used to call my Mom when newly married about such things. And on her sister’s wedding day I realized just how much of me is in her. Not only her thick hair but her ability to lead and care for others in busy times. The choices she made and the attitude of some things made me think I was seeing myself in video. The love she displays in a manner that is not too obvious as mine might be is something good. I feel blessed to watch this one grow up and become the woman God intended her to be as wife and future mother. Her choices of things to be cherished brings joy to me.
My youngest daughter may not have my genes at all but her attitude and verbal responses seem to come from my example. Sometimes this brings dismay to her father but that is ok, it’s a good laugh for me! 🙂 On her sister’s wedding day I witnessed her smile many times, enjoy the “girly girl” part of being a Jr. bridesmaid, and help her niece the entire day. This one, well since she’s 7, she still has a lot of growing up to do, but I’m truly enjoying the gift from God through adoption.
All three of my daughters mean a great deal to me.
Each of them have a distinct relationship with me and that’s okay. They do not need to be alike to be loved the same. As each of them is different, so is our relationships. My hope is that these three siblings will have as tight a bond and love and care for one another as I have with my three siblings. As one grows older they truly realize what a treasure this is in itself. Hold tight my three no matter the number of years between you!
Raising these girls has made me a better person. They are one of the biggest treasures God has given me. I love you girls, never forget that.
Grace is a gift,