Things like that can just make my day.
It's nice to know I still carry so much of her with me.
I feel it sometimes. Often really. The expressions on my face. The intensity in my eyes. Little mannerisms. Reactions. Responses. My voice. How I say things. Even some strengths and weaknesses.
But she had blue eyes. I have brown. She tended to be the eternal optimist. I can be such the worry wort. She was artistic and creative most of the time. I only have spurts!
And yet I feel her. I feel she is a part of me.
I'm thankful for people who remind us of such simple, yet such enormous, truth.
We are all a part of something so much bigger than just ourselves. And what once WAS still IS in many ways. Maybe not the exact way we'd like, but love and life goes on….