My “other” daughter got married over the weekend.
A long time ago, on the day we moved into our current home, we found a young girl sitting on our doorstep.
I admit, I was a little surprised to find her there.
She sat, patiently, expectantly, looking at me.
“You have a little girl for me? A friend?” she half-asked, and half-stated.
Surprised, I answered, “Yes, I do.”
At the time, I had no idea this spirited, adorable, little girl would come to own a huge part of my heart.
As the years passed, she often lived at our house as much as she did at her own.
She is a little older than my daughter.
They each had school friends of their own.
But, they also – always – had each other.
The two girls are very different in many ways,
But they both share a love for life and the kindest of hearts.
(Oh, and VERY active imaginations!)
Several years later, when I arrived home from the hospital where I had my youngest son.
Again, I found a visitor patiently waiting for me.
“You brought the baby home?” she asked.
In seconds, she had him in her arms.
Every single day when she got home from school, she came over to “play with the baby.”
He grew up with an extra sister, a built in playmate, and his very first friend.
My “Little Lins” got married on Saturday.
I cried more than her real mom, who I also adore.
She made a beautiful bride.
My heart is bursting with joy, nostalgia, and hope for her future.