LAMB: Try as I may I can’t seem to see any of myself in you. Occasionally I catch glimpses of your father, especially when you frown, and if you stand next to your YiaYia it’s almost like looking at identical twins (albeit two generations apart). I know there must be a resemblance there. Some people say you have my smile, your father thinks you have my stubborn nature and my mother always tells me you have my petite features. The problem is whenever I look at you I can’t seem to see anyone except, well, you. You are so beautifully unique in every way and I wouldn’t change that for the world.