The older I get, I discover that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Here are some pictures I found of myself at around 18 months old:
Even as a baby I loved to make messes with my craft supplies.
I loved to read books.
And I loved dogs.
Here I am with my grandfather. I think John looks remarkably similar to me at this age. And even though my grandfather never lived to see the boys, looking at this picture here, I can imagine that he would have looked the same holding John.
Here's a recent picture of the boys for comparison. I think as a mother, there is no greater joy than seeing your children reflected back at you.