Okay, it’s just a freckle – but I’ve spent many long minutes gazing at it when he’s asleep. (I realise the amount of blog posts where I admit to staring at my child while he sleeps is adding up.)
What makes this freckle so special is that it’s a genetic stamp in my family.
While we do have some speckle-cheecked branches in the family tree, there is one lineage in particular: dark of hair and eyes, short build, skin that’s not quite olive...
... dotted with these peculiar, lonely, long-distance freckles.
I have one on my ring finger. And another in the crook of my arm. And two freckles that line up perfectly when I press my thighs together.
Now Travis has them. So does his mother. And so does his grandfather. As did his great-grandmother. And no doubt one of his great-great grandparents...
Generations connected by these odd freckles, like a game of join-the-dot.
And while I stare at the neat, chocolate-brown spot at the base of the Lionheart’s left thumb while he sleeps, it comforts me to know that Travis is a part of a long history of amazing, fascinating, accomplished relatives – because I’m so very used to thinking of him as being... outside of the circle, you know?
:). That's lovely.
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