Happy sappy.

Some of you know that Brynn has some bruises on her heart due to someone else's words about what her family is/isn't supposed to look like and about what does/doesn't make someone "family".  There have been times in the not-so-distant past, that Brynn has shared her OWN feelings about her OWN adoption, and someone has dismissed them as true. ANGRY WORDS.  I have watched my little girl sob over an adult's choice to tell her what can't be true of her own family.

Enter Brynn's BFF.

This weekend, they sat with little tiny teacups and washable markers and I heard her innocently ask, "How come you don't have a brown family?"

Knowing it's a sensitive subject for Brynn, I held my breath for half a heartbeat.

I do.

Wanna see?

She ran and got her pictures. I don't think she's ever shown them to anyone else!

They studied each and every one together.

Sweet inquiries, honest answers.

No, I don't get to see them, but...

"But they're still your parents! So you have two sets of parents!"

YES, BFF! YES!

The 7-yr-old... she gets it. Two sets of parents. 

Right, Mama?

RIGHT, BRYNNIE.

And this is how attachment works...

Her heart. Someone believed her, and it was happy. Someone was receptive and considerate, and her heart was safe. 

And because her heart was happy and because it was safe, she was snuggled up to me all night long. She was giddy and leaking more sporadic  "I love you's" than usual. Because she was happy and safe.

And because we were giddy and happy and safe, we had a girls night. And because it was a girls night, against my better judgement, I finally let her watch Chicago. She knows most of the soundtrack anyway, and I know it well enough to MUTE at the appropriate times. So we sang and we ate dinner downstairs and we had jazz hands all over the place. 

All because BFF gets it. 

Thank you, Sweet K! We love you!!