|Photo by Anjie Kay|
Andrea stopped in, today, with her best friend, an eighty-one-year-old Native American named Vanderhoop. He may well be the most fascinating person who's ever graced my door. This is Vanderhoop, holding Baby Chip:
I could write many things about our wonderful visit, but the thing I want to share most is the conversation I overheard between my daughters, after Andrea and Vanderhoop left. The girls were playing in the other room, and Clementine (age 4) asked Charleigh (age 2): "Did Andrea come today?"
"Yep," Charleigh said. "She came. And her fadder [father] came." Clementine didn't respond at all.
Now, obviously, Vanderhoop and Andrea look very differently, but my little girls paid no nevermind. All they could see was the love between these two people. And that love was bright and strong enough for them to conclude: Vanderhoop and Andrea must be father and daughter.
Would that it were always so.