Just Like His Dad

I was watching the kids today while Holly went with her mom to a doctor's appointment. I gave Preston a bottle and put him to bed then spent some time with Tyler. The boy eats like a horse. But we were just kickin' back watchin' a little Cars (his favorite) and he was in a pretty latchy mode. But as I was watching him and I started to realize how many things he does that I do, how much he looks me. It got me thinking...I wonder how many times God looks at me and thinks the same thing. Of course right off the bat I would say never...but I was made in his image...when he looks at me he sees himself...what a thought. What's crazier is the thought that he could be as proud of me as I am of Tyler. Why is it that we very rarely think of ourselves in this light? That we have such a hard time understanding that God loves seeing himself in us? Don't know the answer. All of Tyler's life people will say "He's just like his dad" same goes for me...I hope.