Sunday, Sunday

 Like most weekends, we had a long list of things we wanted to accomplish last Sunday. But, in a moment of spontaneity the likes of which we are unfamiliar with these days, we blew off everything and headed out to a waterside restaurant to enjoy the amazing weather.

Thankfully, I brought the camera.

When MRA was younger, people would ask who he looked like and our response was always, "My Dad." Then for a while, he didn't look like anyone.

Lately, though, I have begun to see myself in MRA. At least a resemblance. At least I thought so until I was scrolling through the photos I took yesterday.

This child is clearly his Daddy's son!