Parade of Ancestors

When my son was born, I figured he would look a little bit like me and a little bit like my husband.

What surprises me is that he looks different at different moments of the day; a look of fear, a mischievous grin, an innocent gaze, a boisterous laugh and I see my grandmother, my father, my mother, my grandfather, my uncle.

I see my ancestry in my son's face.

I am connected with not only those that are still here, but also with those that have passed on.