When I look at her, I see you.
I stand in a stuffy elevator, on little sleep and a small emotional wave thrashing through my system. I look down at her, into her big brown eyes…and I see you.
She has your eyes.
She has your olive skin.
Of course I see you in all of them. But Apple…. My sweet Appie is different. In a moment, I feel emotional and blessed that I will forever see your face in hers.
The things that I fell in love with you for, will forever be a beautiful reminder through our precious Apple.
I am grateful for this. Grateful that she carries you in a visual way to forever speak to my soul.
I love you.