Sunday for the second time, I was gifted a horsey picture by a child after church. (Go here to read about the first time.)
The little girl who drew Sunday's picture is three. She is a foster child and in the care of friends of ours who hope to adopt her. A week ago, she had come over to my home to visit Molly and while here had asked her foster mama if she could call me "Grammy." It snowballed from there.
I don't know why this girl has become attached to me. Due to confidentiality reasons, I do not know the circumstances regarding her removal from her parents' home or why she is available for adoption. Perhaps I look like her real grandmother and trigger memories? Or maybe she never had one, and for whatever reason, I fit the bill?
Lots of questions with no answers, but in the meantime, I am happy to love this little girl who so freely offers me her love.
