Yesterday, at a birthday party, a friend and I noticed Rosie march off to engage with her buddies. My friend watched her for a second, then laughed and said, "she walks just like you do."
I got all teary. That may be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
Turns out, my mama heart longs to know my girl is "just like" me, even when we don't physically resemble each other.