When I first became a mother, I thought our baby would be like me in every way. After all, I carried her for nine months and felt every little kick. But the moment I saw her, I realized something different. She had her father’s eyes, his gentle smile, and somehow, even his way of holding people’s hearts without saying a word. Their shared naps quickly became a regular thing. Nobody ever told me how often I'd find her out of her crib and snuggled up in his arms, or how incredibly sweet I'd find those moments. Now that she is growing, I keep finding little pieces of her father in her. She sticks one foot out of the blanket when she sleeps, just like he does. She loves the idea of going somewhere new. Her little hands grip mine with surprising strength, reminding me of the first time he held mine years ago. Everywhere we go, people say the same thing. “She’s just like her father.” And I smile, because they are right. She has his curiosity, his warmth, and his way of making people feel at home. In our little family, she is a perfect blend of both of us. The part of her that is like him feels like a gift I get to love twice over. ❤️ #FamilyLove #ParentingLife #MotherhoodJourney #Motherhood #FamilyFirst #EverydayJoy