The extra digit gene strikes again! When Barrett told me about the newest Fitzwater's twelve toes and eleven fingers, my immediate response was, "Awesome!" The funny thing is, I meant it. I couldn't stop the feeling of pure glee that flooded me, though I'm surprised by the strength of it. Why would I feel such absurd pride about this? Why do we so love to see our genes passed on? What is it about family, that I'm positively gleeful about Autumn's mutant baby?
There are instances of this all around me. I adore Miles's big fat bottom lip and the way it suctions to a glass when he's chugging his water because it so reminds me of Brady. Mike lights up every time Paige does her grunty little growl after a nice swallow of milk, and even though it bothers me so much when he does it that I have to leave the room, I find it endearing that Paige has inherited it. Neither of us can help laughing every time Raelynn snorts while laughing (though I still maintain that I DO NOT snort ever). Why do I find myself loving the freckles on my kids that have always been more of a curse than a blessing for me? Where does that need for our history to continue come from? And I think it's just that--we need our lives to continue. So the newest Beardsley's genetic anomaly means more than just a couple of extra toes. Mom may have died, but Autumn's little multi-digit beauty is proof that she lives on. Thank you, Autumn, and all your extra toes for proof of immortality. Twenty-three? Awesome.
There are instances of this all around me. I adore Miles's big fat bottom lip and the way it suctions to a glass when he's chugging his water because it so reminds me of Brady. Mike lights up every time Paige does her grunty little growl after a nice swallow of milk, and even though it bothers me so much when he does it that I have to leave the room, I find it endearing that Paige has inherited it. Neither of us can help laughing every time Raelynn snorts while laughing (though I still maintain that I DO NOT snort ever). Why do I find myself loving the freckles on my kids that have always been more of a curse than a blessing for me? Where does that need for our history to continue come from? And I think it's just that--we need our lives to continue. So the newest Beardsley's genetic anomaly means more than just a couple of extra toes. Mom may have died, but Autumn's little multi-digit beauty is proof that she lives on. Thank you, Autumn, and all your extra toes for proof of immortality. Twenty-three? Awesome.
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Awesome Post. It's so true. We love to see our immortality.
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