So much of her Mother

Allison is growing up so fast and the tiny helpless infant she once was, is changing into a very independent and beautiful girl. I remember when she was born very vividly. Almost as soon as she was brought into our lives, she was whisked away to the childrens hospital. I remember feeling frustrated, sad, upset, and scared. I also remember having to make a choice. I had to choose to go with my new infant daughter to the childrens hospital or stay with my recovering wife and leave my daughters care in the hands of strangers. I remember feeling at that very moment, a sense of overwhelming love for my wife and I stayed with Catherine as I watched them cart Allison away in her incubator. The older Alli gets, the more she reminds me of her mother. She definetly has her own strong personality, but she has so much of her mother. There was a time when I literally had to convince people (family included) that Allison looked a lot like Catherine. As the time has passed, that is no longer the case. I sometimes wonder why I was lucky enough to find Catherine. And then I wonder what I did to deserve another part of her in Allison. I suppose I am just lucky. Or for those of you who believe in fate, I guess I found it.