Dreaming of sun

I love this picture. Not just because it's 15 degrees today and this reminds me of beach, sun, and warmth. No, it's because Michael is the spitting image of Doug, even from behind. Michael is built exactly like Doug, just a miniature version. Long legs, long torso, and lean. And he worships his Daddy.

I had a miserable pregnancy. I find it ironic that if you look at Michael, you would think I had nothing to do with him. His face is identical to his Dad's. His build is identical to his Dad's.
Lucky for us, he got my stubbornness. That's where all the "No!" comes from.

I love this picture because when you look at it, even though Michael's face is turned away from the camera, you can picture the look of wonderment in his eyes when he saw the ocean. It wasn't for the first time, because he saw the same ocean when he was 6 weeks old, but he didn't remember that.

I remember when I was pregnant people would tell me the best part of being a parent is watching the world through their child's eyes. That's what this picture is for me. The world, through Michael's eyes.