Different but the Same

I don't have the ability to look at my daughter and say, " oh she has her Papa's nose" nor am I able to think " she has my hair". I can honestly say that this has never, ever bothered me.
When I look at Evelyn, I look at her through my love of her and the familiarity of her little being. And when I see her, I see my daughter. I see that she laughs like me, jokes like Les, I could go on and on about how she is like us. I know that physically she looks nothing like us, I mean I guess she doesn't. I guess that why people can automatically assume that she is adopted. I sometimes ask Les," does Ev really look Chinese?!?!" and I am serious and incredulous because when I look at her, I just see my daughter, that wonderfully familiar face, that tinkling laugh.

When I look up in the evening and Les is reading Evelyn a story, my mind knows that there sits an Asian child with a Caucasian father- but I have to force myself to focus on that difference.

Do you want to know what my heart sees when I look at them? I see my family. I see a little girl that is so much like us, that fits in so perfectly, that it takes my breath away. I see that they tend to hold their head the same way when reading, I see that Evelyn likes to read while eating like Les does, I see that they both love joking, I see that they sound the same sometimes (she mostly sounds like me though), I see them as similar in only that way that full, unbridled love can make anyone the same.