Let me begin this post by stating that Faith has my husband’s bone structure in her face as well as his strong drummer legs, so please know that she looks like him. I am focusing this post on my personal feelings when I see myself in the mirror, but I wanted to make it very clear that she looks like my husband as well as me.
I frequently look at myself in the mirror. I guess we all do…getting ready, doing my hair, makeup, looking at my outfits, etc…
But the reflection looking back at me in the mirror has changed. I now wear the loss of my only child in my eyes. I look into my own eyes and see a different me.
I miss my baby girl more than I can say. But I I know that part of her still lives in me and I see her…every time I see my reflection.