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Monday, January 4, 2010
Reflection of Me
When I see her, I see me. I see my daughter and I see Peggy looking at me when I was her age. Gidgey and I have the same smile, and I keep thinking about my Mom taking care of me when I was little, that she was there. I don't remember her then, I was too busy being little. I see her standing back and watching me become independent, the way I watch Sunny. But, I didn't see her then. I see her now. I try to remember her through them. Maybe that's why my girls are such an important part of remembering, not just for her, but for me too. It's so weird!!! Where is she?