Trees and Apples

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought to yourself "I look exactly like my dad (or mom)?" For the past few years I've had this experience numerous times, and its becoming a bit laughable. From the tiny details like the smell of my clothes, to the big things like my tastes or posture, I have noticed I am taking on the image of my dad in a big way. And there is no one I would rather be like.
It began on my mission, when I noticed I tended to sit with one leg crossed over the other (a posture favored by my dad). Sometimes, its an out of body experience when I'll do or say something and think for a split second that my dad is doing it or saying it, then I realize that it was, in fact, me. When its cold out and we're out hunting or fishing, my dad dries his nose with the pad of his thumb- and I have come, completely unintentionally, to do that same thing. The way my clothes smell. My love for ketchup. The way I do my hair. The way I talk to people. I have come to see that it all comes from my dad!
I feel so fortunate to have been born into the family that I was. And its a bit daunting at this stage of my life to have the responsibility to now take on the role of progenitor. But for now, I'm completely content being a son and still being able to feel like one of my parent's children when I go home.