So which one of these beautiful women is my mom?
After reading all your guesses, I'm thinking that I must still look like my aunt. The answer is: my mom is in the green. My aunt is wearing the black sweater. They both are beautiful; I feel lucky to resemble them.
Here's Aunt Jane and Uncle Don (at Grandma's birthday party last week):
I think there's still a strong family resemblance between her and I, don't you think?
Here's me and my mom at my birthday party last February:
Things that you can't tell from a photograph is that we have similar voices, facial expressions, and laugh. If only I could make a lemon meringue pie like her, then I'd be set.
As some of the Facebook commenters pointed out, my mom and I have the same smile. She does a better job at keeping her smile from getting too gummy. My smile, on the other hand, is sometimes lucky to be showing any teeth. (You don't even know how many hours I spent practicing my smile for my wedding day so that I wouldn't show too much of my gums. I really have to concentrate on that muscle memory to get a smile that photographs well. Vanity, I know.)
Not vanity, but rather sheer family pride, is that I look like both my mom and my aunt. They're both a huge part of my life, and that I reflect them in my face is a great honor.