March 05, 2009
Its a bit scary how much I look like my mother. At first glance this could easily be a picture of me. Okay so I suppose technically it is a picture of me, but since I was only a few days old its hard to tell.
What amazes me about this picture is how young my mother looks. She broke the tradition of young mothers in her family.
Her mother had married at age 17, and had her first child by 18. Her grandmother was married at 18 and had her first (my grandmother) at age 19.
While mom mom did marry young, she was 17 - just a few months before her 18th birthday, she didn't have kids right away. She waited until she was 22 to have my sister.
When this picture was taken, my mom was 25. She'd been alive quarter century. I remember when I turned 25. I felt so old.
But now, the year my husband turns 30, and the year of my first 29th birthday, 25looks so young.
I can say she was (and still is) beautiful. And I have been told by numerous people that we look alike. So today, I choose to be thankful for the good genes I've inherited.
I may have "Keeler legs" but I've got my mom's body shape (just ask Mr. Right, he thinks my mom is hot!), my dad's chin (and mr. right likes 'em pointy, just look at his favorite actress reese witherspoon), and my grandmother's cholesterol.
Psalm 16:6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.
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