A Natural Family

Last night we had our (new) friends the Zilas over for dinner. I have become quite the chicken pot pie pro this Fall season and they approved. I even tried my hand at iced tea and did pretty ok. (They're from Georgia, so they would know...)

What is nice and enriching and refreshing and *special* about spending time with them is that they are also a transracially adoptive family. Our stories are somewhat similar. Our backgrounds also have a lot in common. And our current experiences as being, looking, and often feeling different than other families mirror one another. We have been able to talk openly about the perception of adoptive families in society, as well as swap stories about being stared at in the supermarket. Jen and I have a certain bond because we've had to learn how to form our identities as moms who were never pregnant even though so many people in our friend groups are currently pregnant.

Em and Haven are about a month apart (he's a little older), but she totally kicks his butt! She's crawling; he's not. She's got teeth; he doesn't. She's standing on her own; he still holds on for dear life and wobbles. But, he's got her beat in size. My little chunk was a bit of a bully last night, I have to admit.

So, thanks Zilas. Thanks for coming over. Thanks for sharing your life with us. We're looking forward to our friendship growing. **I also really enjoyed the banana bread this morning :)**