Dear Enzo,
Everywhere we go people tell me how much you look like me. Its the eyes, they say, or the coloring, or the hairline. You do have my eyes, but it is the tiny, more subtle traits you inherited from all of us that I find dazzling. Your second toe is longer than your big toe, just like mine and my mothers. You have knobby knees just like my great grandmother (mamoo). You have meaty thighs like your father, and ears that curl just like his do. Your big toe turns up ever so slightly at the ends like mine. You rub your eyes like Papa.You stick your finger in your ear like Dada. Your sense of mischief reminds me of Uncle Ryan.
I love that all these tiny similarities that have accumulated through generations of our family have combined to make YOU, my hilarious, spirited, adorable baby boy.
Love,
Momma
Everywhere we go people tell me how much you look like me. Its the eyes, they say, or the coloring, or the hairline. You do have my eyes, but it is the tiny, more subtle traits you inherited from all of us that I find dazzling. Your second toe is longer than your big toe, just like mine and my mothers. You have knobby knees just like my great grandmother (mamoo). You have meaty thighs like your father, and ears that curl just like his do. Your big toe turns up ever so slightly at the ends like mine. You rub your eyes like Papa.You stick your finger in your ear like Dada. Your sense of mischief reminds me of Uncle Ryan.
Love,
Momma
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