I have a confession.
I rarely “see” my husband in our son. Which is odd, because so many people say he looks like my husband. Surely, as his mother, I should be able to see it to.
I mean I can look our son and conclude that he has my husbands eyes; shape, lashes, brows, everything except maybe the color. Because those certainly aren’t my eyes. And the two of them bear a striking resemblance in the photos I have seen of my husband as a baby.
But when I look at them together most of the time I sit and wonder, “Is this face really going to morph into that face?”
Then I pull out my camera.
When you can stop time at a fraction of a second you can capture the little nuances that get lost in the flow of a conversation or environmental distractions.
A couple days ago I mentioned that our son thwarted an afternoon walk by dousing himself in water in the back of our car. So instead of a walk outside we sat down for a quick cup of coffee and a snack at a local coffee shop. I decided to grab a few frames of my husband and son together.
Then, as if these images weren’t enough to prove their resemblance to each other, I got this:
Same expression, same face shape, same ears, same eyes, same dimples.
This shot might be a new personal favorite.
