It was a great birthday. My mom gave my friends and me a t-shirt and a fabric crayon to become superheroes. I remembered it fondly.
But Cyn’s reaction was a little different. “you look like Abigail!- or, maybe the other way around she said”
I’ve always felt that the process of parenting is a transcendental experience. Seeing myself in my daughter makes me think that she’s not so much “my daughter” as a little piece of Cyn & me mixed together.