My son...

TJ looks just like his daddy.  He is a carbon copy of his older brother.  Everywhere we go, people comment, "He must look like his daddy."  Yes, I know, my boring brown eyes and light brown hair are no match for his stunning looks.  I get it.  Sometimes, I feel like there are no outward signs that he is my biological son.  I am ok with that, with my stepmom training in tow, I am used to be linked to kiddos without the biological link.  Yet, I still wondered, "Will I ever see myself in TJ?"

Then, yesterday morning it happened.  He was walking around carrying his 'froggy' under his arm.  I said, "TJ, go put froggy night-night."  He looked at me, glanced to his right, then to his left, looked down at the floor and said, "Mommy where is my froggy?"

"Under your arm sweetie."  And I smiled.  My family often tells the story of how I looked and looked all around my grandma's house for my dolly, while they all sat there and laughed, because I was holding her. 

Ironically, I was so proud!