Reunions. How do you feel about them? Most people have a strong opinion, as do I... I love them! Some of my favorite memories growing up are from family reunions in Yosemite National Park at the historic Wawona Hotel. I remember long hikes beneath the giant Redwoods and in the shadow of massive waterfalls; I remember Happy Hour laughter on the wide verandas, beneath the climbing vines on overhead trellises; I remember cookouts, early morning runs on the golf course, square dances, checkers, and frequent trips to the convenience store for necessities like baseball cards and gum. It was a week of not feeling like an only child!
Ava and I went to a reunion this weekend. Of a different kind. It was a Hope House reunion for all the children/babies that have lived in the baby house. Since so many of Ava's friends happen to be former baby house-ers as well, to her it was a chance to play! Ava walks over to the baby house at least once a week anyway, and she and Silas like to talk about how they shared a bed once-upon-a-time, so there was nothing strange or scary about this gathering. We hope she continues to see all this simply as part of her story, her beautiful story.
Former + current babies; mothers/fathers/caregivers. Can you find Ava (I'm a bit obvious)?
Another memorable reunion! We are blessed to know Ava was loved and cared for even before she was OURS. Thank You, Hope House!