I see eighteen different characterizations of your self. Each day I see shades of your father. In what you read, the way you look at me, your tone of voice. Some I love, some make me cringe. I see my passions, my abilities my disabilities. I see someone I know better than anyone else on this earth and someone I’ve never seen before. I see my little girl resting her head on my chest. I see reminiscence of the chubby little baby in that space between your nose, your cheeks, your eyes. I see a young lady. I see thoughts and philosophies spinning in your mind. I see a smile, a frown, a grimace. I see all that you were, all that you are, all that you will become in those moments when I catch you letting go.