My Guys

It never ceases to amaze me how much my guys look alike. Their baby pictures, if not for the obvious age difference, are almost identical.

I had such a whoa moment when I found an old picture of Scot at his parents' house last weekend while we were going through their things, organizing and cleaning the house. It was like looking at a picture of Tim when he was a baby.

It's funny to think that long before Scot and I ever met, he was once that little boy in the picture. Now, years later, I get to look at that same face in our sons baby pictures. There is something pretty special about that.

The family has always said how much they look like one another, but what's even more amazing is that when you see pictures of me when I was little, you can see so many of my features in Tim, too.

Tim really is a great mix of Scot and me.

While Tim definitely favors his dad in so many ways, I love seeing little pieces of myself in him, too. Sometimes it's a facial feature, a particular expression, or even the way he looks in certain pictures. He's a pretty special combination of the two of us.

What a blessing it is to have these pictures and be able to look back at them. Life moves by so quickly, and sometimes we don't realize just how special the little things are until years have passed.

These pictures are reminders of where we came from, the lives we've lived, and the family we've built along the way. It's amazing how family resemblance carries through the generations. Pictures really are treasures, especially when they allow us to see a little bit of ourselves in the people we love.

I'm thankful we have these little pieces of our family history to look back on and treasure.

Sometimes the greatest treasures we find while cleaning out a home aren't things we can put on a shelf. They're the memories that bring our family history back to life. ❤️