This photo hangs in the guest room. We are Beatles people. It's who we are.I'm probably violating some kind of copyright by posting this photo, but this, for those of you who do not know, is John Lennon, as photographed by Richard Avedon.
It is not Jacob.
This is Jacob, as photographed by Big A.
There is a small resemblance.
If you are 2 and a half and someone you love very much is only around part of the week, I suppose the resemblance could grow over time. It could become a large resemblance, and you could stand staring up at the photo each day and say "Jacob". "That's Jacob."
In a way it's very funny.
In a way, it's very sad.
If you are 2 and a half and someone you love very much is only around part of the week, I suppose the resemblance could grow over time. It could become a large resemblance, and you could stand staring up at the photo each day and say "Jacob". "That's Jacob."
In a way it's very funny.
In a way, it's very sad.
1 comment:
I don't feel sad. It is evident when Jake shows up that he is very special to T. We all get a little forgotten at that point. I'm jealous. :)
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