you think I'd remember

It's funny how time warps your sense of age.

Today I was going through old photos that my father-in-law so graciously amassed for me from his computers.

I found this picture of our niece and this baby and showed it to Jason. "Look at little Bailee!" I exclaimed. Then, at the baby, "Is that Afton? That must be Afton." [Afton is Bailee's little sister.]

"Must be." Jason agreed.

Then I came to this picture, taken the same day:

I did a double take. That round little face and balding top. Ooops.

"Oh," I laughed a little. "Uh... that's not Afton. It's Janie." Jason took a closer look.

We looked at each other and laughed. "We don't even know our own kid!"

You think I'd remember a face I've looked at nearly every day since her birth...

A few minutes later Janie was awake and I brought her downstairs for breakfast. She was very happy to see her daddy this morning and I took her over to him. He talked to her for a few seconds and then started to turn back to what he was doing. Then Janie did something she's never done before. She eagerly reached out and put a little hand on his shoulder, like she wanted him to turn back to her. We both melted and Janie was soon happily in her daddy's arms.

I may forget how she looked or how old she was, but I think I'll remember that moment forever.