When I see your shining eyes, your apple cheeks, and your angel-blond hair, it is your father I am seeing in miniature form. You are the spitting image of him. It's why we called you "Mini Me" from the day you were born. You never looked like a wrinkly newborn - you looked like your handsome daddy from day one. Even your mannerisms are his. The way you run and jump and throw a ball. My little boy. My sweet husband. You two are peas in a pod. How lucky I am to have two such amazing men in my life. I am blessed. Twice over.