My father-in-law, C, and his wife, P, adopted their daughter, S, nine years ago. At age 10, S is an athlete, beautiful and quite the fun goofball. She stayed with us over the weekend while C & P went off to celebrate their wedding anniversary in the Berkshires.
We had quite the weekend...
- 5.5 mile bike ride
- Library visit
- Lots of playing on the Wii
- Pawtucket Red Sox baseball game
- Playing cards (S KICKED MY BUTT in both golf and spit...)
- Cooking together
- Asking our Magic 8-ball a million questions
- Reading Shel Silverstein poetry together
- Going to a movie
Through it all S is great and we have a lot of fun. At one point, Chris says to her, "Hey do you want to call your parents?"
She looks surprised. Her reply, "Oh yeah! I guess I ought to do that."
As if she hasn't thought about them or missed them at all.
But when they pull up on Sunday evening, S is RACING across our front yard at break-neck speed to fling herself into P's outstretched arms. P picks her up and hugs her fiercely. The joyful HUGE smiles on both of their faces is quite a sight to see.
Just a little bonding going on there.
Doubts eased...
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