On the way back from Pittsburgh after my heart rate had settled down and the kids were asleep, I noticed a stash of pictures Ed had thrown into the consul as we quickly loaded the car. He told me his Uncle Bernie had given them to him when they went to Bernie’s house after the funeral. The first one I picked up was this one:
“Oh, my goodness,” I said, stunned. “It’s Ethan.”
“I know – right?” Ed laughed. “I had forgotten all about that stuffed tiger.”
Because not only is our son nearly the spitting image of Ed at the age of three, but Ethan also has a tiny stuffed tiger!
Since that time, I’ve been thinking I need to get a picture of Ethan in similar pose.
Like father…like son!
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