Most often, people say she looks like me. And sometimes when she smiles or lifts her eyes, I see myself. It's a strange feeling, watching yourself in a tiny body. When she was born, I asked my mom if it was a little surreal to see her baby all over again.
But as she gets bigger, I see her daddy in her more and more.
Especially in the eyes. We may mirror each other in many ways, but in her eyes, she is her daddy's little girl.
And, oh those eyes.
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