Today I drove up to the north Georgia mountains to pick Charlotte up from camp because her mother is in Italy and will not be home until tomorrow. Charlotte holds a very special place in my heart. The night that K's mother died (K was only 3 1/2) she was taken to a place called the Svern. Charlotte was there at time and remembers when K arrived. They were both later transferred to the same children's home. Charlotte was adopted by a family in Atlanta a few months after I adopted K. K and Charlotte have such a wonderful bond and I am always reduced to tears thinking that K has known Charlotte longer than anyone else who is in her life. They are so sweet together and I hope they always remain friends.
2 comments:
Wow-how sweet! They even look similar in the face. What a blessing to have a good friend.
Your blog is darling - I want to read all about your adoption stories!
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