...or is that two dogs in a bun?
It's been almost eight years now and even without the awesome matching hot dog shirts people still stop us practically every day to tell us how strikingly alike we are. While I tend to disagree with the masses about which family tree Ruth's leaf resembles, she continues to grow and evolve into a smaller, mightier, perhaps braver version of me...
I walk around with a three foot tall, seven and a half year old, pig tailed copy of... me (who's nearing the age of 33). I'm not sure if I should be proud of her or concerned (because it's got to be rough going through second grade in your thirties) but I gotta be honest - most days I just soak up having someone around who rides the same wave length I do. And Ruth definitely rides that wave.