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. 
Your features. 


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.