I was walking on a path through a city park the other day when I saw a jogger coming towards me. We made eye contact and, although she looked somewhat familiar, we kept on going past each other. Edward was puttering along just behind me, going at a normal two-year-old pace, and as she passed him I suddenly heard my name called out from behind me.
As it turns out, the woman was the mother of one of my friends from high school whom I hadn’t seen in over 15 years, and she hadn’t recognized me at all. She did, however, recognize my son. She said, “I saw your son and he looks exactly like you, so I knew it had to be you.” We chatted for a few minutes and caught up a little before resuming our walks. How nice to reconnect! And we almost missed out on it because of how old and weird I look now. But I suppose there is some consolation. Even though I may not look the same anymore, at least my son still looks like I used to.