We went to dinner last night at the house of our dear friends, “Mitch” and “Polly.” Our other dear friend, “Faith” was there also. (That’s me on the right.)
There too were all the delicious children who I truly cannot get enough of. Kids have always held a special place in my heart. But these kids? These kids are the ones who give kids a good name. Well-behaved. Polite. Friendly. Funny. Smart. Good with my little one. Amazing. It’s not all that surprising though, when I think how great their parents are. It just makes sense.
Anyway, these two girls in the picture are like sisters to me. We’ve known each other for quite some time now…about ten years actually. And, in a word, they are the best. They have followed along on our adoption journey, this one and the last, and are so joyous when good things happen and a child finally (finally!) arrives. My own sister doesn’t even know that we’re adopting again. Nor does she seem to care. That’s bothered me for a while now. But God stepped in and gave me a gift of these wonderful friendships, and He said, you know what? You don’t have to be blood relations to be sisters.
Little Boy G calls the daughters of these two women, “my girls.” He insists on bathing just before we see them so he can smell good for them. I confess to stealing his line and I now call these two ladies, “My Girls.” Dinner was great, the conversation was, too, and I’ll remember all the laughs we had for a long time to come. Next stop? Christmas Party 2008, our place. Stay tuned






