My adorable Mama in 1958.  She looks kind of crosseyed in this picture.  I can assure you that she wasn’t.  The funny thing is I haven’t looked at this picture in a long time.  REALLY looked at it.  I can really see the resemblance between my Mom and my daughters.  Now that Littlebit is older, I find comfort in the fact that she wrinkles her forehead like my Mom did and this picture of Baby Bee was pronounced to not only look like my Brother, but my Mom as well.

Keep in mind that Baby Bee is much younger.  As you see, my Mom was old enough to rock the bitchin’ dairy queen curl.  It always leaves me just a little teary-eyed and breathless to think about how my Mom was like Baby Bee and my Grandma was like me.    I love that connection, not just in how we all sort of look alike, but to know that they were like me (and we were like them) once.  It makes them feel not quite as far away.