The other day a woman stopped me to tell me how much Ella looks like me. No matter how hard I try, I just can't see that much of me in her. She looks so much like J. Her nose is more like mine, but other than that, everything about her is so much more like J. The serious face. The way her eyebrows scrunch when she thinks. The stringy-ness of her body. Her moles. The shape of her mouth. She is wonderfully made.