The spring I turned eight, my parents adopted a pair of siblings -- an almost six-year-old girl and a not quite three-year-old boy. For awhile everything seemed to be working out as planned -- we had sleepovers in a tent in the backyard, we shared a room, and we bought matching t-shirts.
Unfortunately it quickly became apparent that the problems my siblings brought with them were larger than anyone had anticipated and that they couldn't be fixed with the social worker's suggestion of "Give them lots of love and firm discipline." (This was the early 80s, remember, and adoption has changed a lot since then. I am a firm believer in adoption, so please don't misunderstand me here.) And eventually, my sister left home at the age of fifteen, the year I was in Grade 12, and I haven't really seen her since.
And deep in my heart I still longed for a sister.
All we need is the chocolate!
Left: Rachel taking a big bite;
Right: Willem blowing out his
tea light birthday candle!
And I am so thankful for the amazing ways in which God answers our prayers, even when it's not in the way we had anticipated.
A badly lit picture of FIVE people playing on Instagram!