a resemblance.

everyone tells me

that my daughter

looks like her mother.

and when i say

everyone, i mean everyone.

*our family.

*our friends.

*strangers who've only seen photos of them.

...

when i look

at madeline i,

(of course),

recognize the resemblance.

and when i remember

liz,

and when i see

photos of

liz,

that connection becomes

even more apparent.

...

during our recent

trip to minnesota

i got to see

a bunch of

photos of

liz

as a toddler.

i couldn't believe it.

neither could maddy.

in fact, she had

a hard time

determining if the

photo she saw was

of her

or of her mom.

...

then tonight

i got a message

from a friend

asking me some

questions about what

liz

looked like

at maddy's age.

well...

matt.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

matt2.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

matt3.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

matt4.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ...


i've been asked

many times

before, if it's

hard for me to

see such a

striking resemblance

between maddy and

her mom.

the answer?

fuck no.

i find nothing but comfort

in seeing

liz

in maddy.

and why shouldn't i?


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