She Looks Just Like Her Daddy

When I was still in my formative years, skipping with glee through the age before reason, my mother bought me a baseball cap that was bright yellow. The words on the front were "I Look Just Like My Daddy." She purchased it at a tourist gift shop. Because everything was connected in those days, in my mind, I associated that hat with joy. Yellow hats and yellow sun over the ripples of Lake George. Bats screeching through my bedroom at our cottage on the Sacandaga. Terrycloth rompers with zippers, and no shoes. One year nana died back at home while I cannonballed off the dock upstate in New York. In my mind, the water around me is glitter as it arcs toward the shiny azure above, while my scraggly limbs hold tight in a crouch that is sucked into the muddy base of a deeper blue.

I looked just like my daddy on those summer vacations and I was so proud. Twenty-five years have passed and so have those genes--those genes that swallow up fathers and regurgitate them in the form of the next generation. The Boss looks just like The Partner.
I hope one day she will be as thrilled with that as I was. As I am.




Photos courtesy of the best damn photographer ever

Comments

  1. ChrisMay 14, 2007 at 11:13 AM

    Luckily for her, she has more hair on her head and less on her face than I do.

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  2. slouching momMay 14, 2007 at 11:59 AM

    Oh, she does, she does!

    He's easy on the eyes. As is she.

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  3. JeneMay 14, 2007 at 1:14 PM

    she needs a pony!

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  4. jenMay 14, 2007 at 7:19 PM

    gorgeous. and that last picture is absolute perfection.

    he's not so bad, either. nicely done, sister.

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  5. Mary-LUEMay 14, 2007 at 10:31 PM

    What wonderful pictures! And I love seeing The Boss' eyes light up when being photographed with her Daddy.

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  6. Lawyer MamaMay 15, 2007 at 8:06 AM

    Great pictures! I love the expression on her face in the last one.

    Oh & I just have to point out that I loved this:
    "In my mind, the water around me is glitter as it arcs toward the shiny azure above, while my scraggly limbs hold tight in a crouch that is sucked into the muddy base of a deeper blue."

    Now that's a line I wish I had written.

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  7. Mrs. ChickyMay 15, 2007 at 9:44 AM

    Those pictures are so great!

    A girl needs a daddy that she can be proud of. I think yours, after seeing that look on her face, is well on her way to some serious hero worship.

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  8. Terri B.May 16, 2007 at 4:04 PM

    Wonderful photos! Especially like the facial expression on the last one :o)

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  9. HeatherMay 16, 2007 at 7:54 PM

    Beautiful photos!

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  10. CristiMay 17, 2007 at 1:56 PM

    Absolutely adorable!

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  11. Mrs. ChickenMay 17, 2007 at 5:21 PM

    Oh, these pictures. To die for.

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  13. jenMay 17, 2007 at 10:39 PM

    sister, just popping over to say your comment(s) my way today were awesome. thanks.

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  15. lildbMay 21, 2007 at 9:29 PM

    gorgeous. fantastic.

    I am SO! STOKED! to finally see The Boss's adorable-to-the-fifth-power face.

    yum.

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  16. JuliaMay 23, 2007 at 9:09 PM

    Oh my god, that last picture is adorable!

    Your husband is a bit of a hottie.

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