Something like this, maybe?
And look at these two cuties. That's me on the left, and my darling sister... who is sticking her tongue out at me? Huh...
Well, here she is being angelic.
he went to war to protect.
There aren't a lot of photographs of Mom on stage, but she was in several plays in high school and college. Mom is seated at the table reading a book. I'm not sure who her character was, but the play was "Night Must Fall".
Then there are the very rare images. This is possibly the only photograph there is of Nana's father - my great-grandfather.
Family. We are such an interesting group of individuals whose lives have been sewn together by births, marriages, and adoption.
Sometimes the stitches are a little frayed, and some parts need gentle care and tender patching - but there we are. Offering that "tender loving care" even when it isn't wanted - or can't be understood.
That is part of adoption, because quite often the hurts run too deep for words. Shannon shares it so well, doesn't she?
Interesting that we are called children of God - by adoption.