I’ve blogged before about how important it is to me that my girls share a good relationship. Not perfect all the time, but genuinely loving and caring. So when I see things like this, it makes me cry.
And then there’s this baby girl.
No, I didn’t give birth to her but my dear sister-in-law knows that if she turns her back for one split second I’ll abscond with this utterly delicious baby.
Not least because she looks more like me than either of my own selfishly father-resembling children.