I don’t know what it is like to look at her and see myself as a child.
But what I see is far more important…
I see the hand of God in my life and in hers… I see a precious soul that I am so in awe of I am often left breathless.
In her eyes, the window to her beautiful soul, I see the reflection of myself, her mama.
We don’t have the same eyes, and our skin is not the same color, but our hearts match…and she has my heart forever.