If you're friends with me on FB, you've already since this photo. But I really can't get over how similar they look. I know, he's the dad, he's supposed to look like his daughter. I guess it's the fact that these weren't taken at the same time, and they weren't told to give me that specific look. This is how they felt about me at that exact moment, with my large and obtrusive camera in their faces (again), asking them to act natural to perform some sort of practice. Our children are true reflections of us, all of us, not just Dave & I, and I see this every single day. If I'm in a foul mood, I release that negativity into every room I enter, and it's quickly absorbed by the 2 littlest ones. I say something immature to Sylvia, and she goes and does something immature to Easton. You really don't see all parts of yourself until you have kids, then it's like a 24-hour mirror. When I'm happy and full of a rare glee, the kids breath a sigh of relief. Like 'ahhh, she's happy, now we can be joyful.' It's something I know I need to improve, but it's quite the struggle for a 33 year old woman to do. I'm stubborn, I've always been this way, it's hard to let go of mood swings and bitterness.
As for Dave? I can't speak for him directly, but he tends to come home with work weighing heavy on his shoulders. If a client passes away, he feels the sorrow of tragedy. If there are upcoming inspections, he feels the quickness of a time-restraining stress. But he can let it go quickly, allowing the 2 little ones to pick up his spirits and remind him that this is our life, this is our family. And what we give them is what we will receive. And what we, as parents, receive, is priceless.

