Today at IV, I let my hair out, which I have been doing more and more, mostly because it gets compliments...except from one girl, who keeps bugging me to get a haircut. She said "You're not Van Halen" so since Van Halen was the first thing she thought of, I'm totally not getting it cut now....anyway, I went into the men's room, and casually looked into the mirror over the sinks. It struck me almost immediately that I looked like my dad in his high school graduation photo.
The apple does not fall far from the tree.
I feel like there is meaning in this realization that we looked almost exactly the same (except that Dad was clean-shaven in the photo and I'm...pretty scruffy right now). Maybe something will be revealed to me. Or maybe it's just one of those meaningless "well, have a look at that..." kind of things.
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I have pictures of my mother, myself and my daughter at 8 years old and they all look like the same child. I don't know if there's a deeper meaning either but I am always amazed at how genes determine even the smallest details of our make-up. Sometimes just thinking about the miracles that others over look is a cool thing.
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