Adopting Amanda

Amanda has seen too much sorrow for such a young age. Her mother died tragically when Amanda was still a young child. Sadly, they never had the chance to know each other. The passing of her mother did afford her the wondrous opportunity to be raised by her father's parents. Amanda's own father was not capable of caring for such a young girl. She called her grandmother Mom. Her "mom" could not have loved her any more than if she had given birth to her. During school Amanda met my sister, Kendra, and they became fast friends (pictured from left to right: Wendy, Amanda and Kendra). Amanda fit into our family as if she were born into it. She spent many hours and days amongst her "second" family. She is effervescent, expressive, exciting. As soon as you meet her, you just know that you will love her forever.

When Amanda was only nineteen years old she lost her "mom." That is when she officially adopted my mom as her own. We all embraced her as a member of our family. I feel so fortunate that she has chosen our family. Yesterday I opened my mailbox to find a package from her. Inside were the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received. She had found a photo album and wall plaque with "Live, Laugh, Love" emblazoned on them. Just the knowledge of her taking the moment to find the perfect gift brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. The greatest gift she has given to me is accepting us as her family. My life is enriched by her devoted life, heartfelt laugh and enduring love!