I never saw much of Henry in Kathleen. Sometimes other people would tell me they saw a similarity. I was gratified, somehow, that other people made that connection between my children, even if I didn't see it myself.
I see something of Henry's smile in Elizabeth, though, something around the eyes. It makes me happy.
I love her smile simply because it is so big and happy, but I love it too because it reminds me of Henry.
I love it because it links two of my babies together.
I love it because it brings a little Henry into my day when he was starting to seem faded and far, far away.