One of the great things about being in Boulder is having the opportunity to make an impact on the life of my 18-mo old Goddaughter, Isabelle (nicknamed “Isa” – pronounced eesa).
Isa is the daughter of my cousin, Andy, and his wife Michelle.
Our extended family have all made comments that she resembles me so much. It’s hard for me to see it, but most people are pretty astonished at the similarity. If she looks like ME, I can only feel sorry for that poor kid! 
It’s funny to have her with me because, due to how she resembles me, most people assume she’s my daughter. “Oh, your little girl is so cute!” … or “I love your daughter’s dress” …. whatever. I’ve stopped correcting people about it and now just accept the comments with a smile and a “thank you”. My athlete friends all sort of take a few moments when they see her. I laugh to myself as I can see them thinking in their head, doing the mental calculation based on how old she looks and when I must have had her. It’s pretty funny.
So no, Isa isn’t mine …. the fact that she looks like me I think is punishment enough for the poor girl.
