My mother sent me these photos last night via text that I've never seen before. I've seen and have so few photos from my infancy & toddlerhood that to see myself just days old has been quite a shock.
It's also been surreal because as I sit here looking at myself, I see my boys' faces and expressions. I'm transported back to when they were each placed on my chest and looked into their eyes for the first time. They looked just like I did!
I think of Brennan and Alex during their toddler years and Austin now as he's going through his and I see my smiles, my cheeks, the way my eyes would light up when I was happy or being mischievous.
My mother said at birth I looked just like my mother did when she was born. That makes me smile because I only met my maternal grandmother once before she passed. I have no memory of it and she has only lived on in pictures and stories through my mother and other family members.
There's so little I remember from these years. Being able to catch new glimpses of who I was back then has been a beautiful surprise. I even feel inspired to open the draft of my memoir and put down some words, something I haven't been able to do in months. Sometimes the inspiration we need the most comes in the most unexpected forms, doesn't it?