Our families have changed considerably since that first meeting. Katherine was the only Chinese kid in the midst then. But then Amy came home and there were two Yangjiang girls. Then a year later Anna arrived. She was from Yangjiang, too, but from the orphanage next door (yes, I know that sounds odd, but there really are side-by-side orphanages!). Then Abraham joined them (and was not from Yangjiang). Rachel became a part of our family. And then Aubrey rounded out the crew. She was one of the older kids at Amy (and Katherine's) orphanage when Tami's family met Amy. For years they wondered what had become of her and then one day, they found her on a Waiting Child list and knew they were supposed to be her family. So now when we get together, there are 6 Chinese kids, 4 of them from the same city and 3 from the same orphanage. The invisible red threads of the Chinese proverb are firmly tied into a gigantic tangled knot with these siblings and friends!
Often when Tami's family and mine get together, we meet somewhere between our towns. But today was way too hot to do anything outdoors and we were not in the mood for McDonalds Playland, so the girls and I drove and hour and a half to Tami's house. We had a good time.
And even cut up some playdoh.
