The same face.

Can you guess who I am?

Am I the meticulous eldest child, in love with all things mechanical....turning gadgets on its side, determined to see and how it works. The one who runs to his sister's aid when she attempting to reach for something too tall for her, the one who helps his little brother make his bed in the morning.

Am I the sensitive middle child, the youngest son, who instinctively puts his arms around his mother while both peering into the oven. The one who cannot sleep unless his brother is in the same room with him, the one who puts away the plastic dishes on his own volition.

Or am I the sassy and independent youngest child, the only girl, who is in love with toting around the cereal box. The one who cooks in her play kitchen when her mother is cooking, the one who can convince her brothers to readily part with their toys.

They have the same face. But in their differences, they complete this family. And I love them with the same fervor.