Jessie is reminding me more and more of Judson.  She has reached a stage that corresponds so significantly to my dearest memories of my little man.  Jessie is just as verbal, funny, cute, and sweet; her mannerisms, facial expressions, laugh, and voice closely parallel those of her brother.  Furthermore, the two of them have an uncanny family resemblance.

This is a very strange phenomenon; just on the heels of losing one child, I have another who is growing up with such likeness to the one who is dearly missed.  This creates complex and complicated blessings and challenges intricately woven into all my new experiences with Jessie—a parenting dynamic I never would have foreseen.