Family faces

As I mentioned yesterday, my dad sent out an email for my sister's birthday with pictures of her as a baby. What followed was a slew of emails back and forth between me, my sister, and our parents, all remarking on how incredible it is that we can see so much of the kids in my sister's baby pictures - even my own son.

It's nearly indescribable, that feeling I got looking at a picture of my sister as a baby and instantly realizing something of Nate in her face. I showed one picture in particular to the hubby and he said, "Well, really, I see Nate in YOUR face."

Oh, right. I was in the photo but was just so amazed by seeing a broader family resemblance that I hadn't thought to look at my own face, but he's right, of course.

 

 my sister & me, 1980
(For what it's worth - in this picture, my sister looks like our maternal grandmother.
I keep expecting her to ask me if I want a pierogi.)

 Nate, October 2011 

I could look at these photos all day. Genetics is fascinating to me. It's science but it feels like magic.