Last night, Kevin and I were working in the studio when in comes Colin. It was 9:30 at night. He had been asleep in his bed, but decided to get up, come downstairs, get a bag of bagels out of the cabinet, and help himself to a late night snack.
I swear, it's like my daddy come back to earth in that boy.
Looking at him from behind, he has the same neck. His head is shaped like Daddy's. His ears stick out like Daddy's.
From the front, he has some of the same expressions. A serious look with eyebrows furrowed. A completely irritated look with daggers shooting from his eyes.
He's stubborn. He has tantrums. He is quick to anger, but just as quick to laugh. Not unlike my daddy at all.
He is his own person. 100% Colin through and through.
It's just that sometimes, especially when he gets up in the middle of the night for a snack, furrowing his brow at me when I tell him, "you have to go back to bed," I can't help but wonder how on earth my daddy taught him so much in the short short time he had with him.
