sometimes I look at them … and it feels like my hearts stops for a beat … but theirs fills in for that moment … them being part of me …

when they are born we look at them and wonder .. who do they look like .. and one moment it is mum .. then dad … for a second a grandad or grandma …
for me it is that they process everything they are for all the generations before them … then they become them .. their I that constantly grows and grows … but if I stop for a moment .. and watch … I can see … the I of me .. and of the ancestors …

I love those me moments in them … sometimes it can be a very sad moment that their body knows because I have lived it … sometimes a fraction of a happy memory from my childhood ..

here is one of these … one of Me .. in him …
the love that fills me when seeing him here … lifts me up to the feeling of : oh I nearly cry …
how beautiful he is .. how beautiful I am …