I am visiting my daughter and her family this week so I’m sharing a post from last year at this time with you today.
It has been another good writing weekend for me. I’m getting close to finishing the third draft of Two Hearts, One Baby: An Adoption Memoir and I want to be finished this draft in the worst way. Writing a memoir is not something for the faint of heart. It is hard and emotional work but also, I am trusting, healing and teaching work.
Yesterday I was writing about my half-sister and the “coincidences” that seem to surround our sisterhood.
The picture attached to this post was taken at Christmas when I was just shy of my second birthday and Mom and Dad bought this doll for me. We used to say that it looked like I was looking at her and asking “Why don’t you talk to me?”. This doll was like a sister to me until my parents adopted a second daughter about a year after this picture was taken. The name of this doll was Wendy Ann.
One day about twenty years ago, out of the blue, I received a phone call from a woman telling me that I had a half-sister who was looking for me. The name of this half-sister was Wendy!
When Wendy and I met we learned that for a time we had lived just a few blocks apart and attended the same school at the same time!
Yesterday I was telling my husband about Wendy Ann and Wendy as I was making a desert to take to a Memorial Day gathering today. I suddenly realized that the recipe I was using had been given to me by Wendy!
I don’t believe in coincidence; I believe that everything happens for a reason. Today I don’t know the reason for the coincidence that seems to crop up where my sister is concerned, but I hope one day to learn what it is all about.
I hope you’re enjoying these last few days of June. You know what I’m doing this week – leave a comment and let me know what you’re up to?!