You KNOW you are a family when, after being approached at Montreat by genuinely interested people asking about my youngest children's country of origin, I find myself feeling surprised and wondering, "How did you know they are adopted?" Never mind that Rosemary and I both envy their beautiful olive skin and look downright pasty next to them. I no longer see any differences at all. They are my children!
I will say that it was refreshing to have my family embraced in such loving ways by strangers. And not a single one of them asked questions that were offensive, rude, or nosy. Have I mentioned before - I LOVE Montreat?!
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Gosh, this has happened to us so often. Just this weekend, dd and I were having lunch and an elderly woman mentioned how much we look alike. Who knows!?
How cool!
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