Ed. Note: As many of you know, the first Tuesday of each month is when our group of international bloggers writes our posts ensemble as the French would say. Ensemble, but not together if you see what I mean. Every month we take the agreed upon “assignment” and run with it, each in our own way. That’s why our group, By Invitation Only (BIO), is so much fun.
But today is different. This time out we have called upon a guest, a non-blogger, to write about anything he or she desired. I turned to my exceedingly talented and adorable (it’s not because he’s adorable that I asked him to participate, it’s just one of the side benefits he brings to the family) son-in-law, Will Fletcher, to write about whatever his heart desired.
And, as you can see below, he wrote about his heart’s desire.
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|Eugene O’Neill: The Iceman Sunneth.|
While we waited for her arrival, I never became too excited over whether the baby would look like me. In that regard, my mistake was in picturing myself as I am in 2013. The face I see in the mirror shows the strain of so many mirthless Monday mornings, coffee spills, broken umbrellas and long meetings. But in my daughter’s face I do see my own and I also see what must have been there before anything else: the great amazement of first impressions.