At the heart of it, though, is the simplest of things. It would be nice to know someone who looks like you.
– Corina Knoll, "Abandoned as a baby, she gets a priceless gift" in the LA Times
I think this is a darling shot of the girls, captured by Marianne Lewis at The 215.
I can't remember how she phrased the question, as I was chasing after Ani at the time, but Marianne asked about whether we had been looking to adopt another girl with albinism. I told her yes, because we wanted them to look like sisters. (We would have been open to a wider variety the first time around, but once we had Zoe, we narrowed our list to albinism only.)
That seemed important. All the time, we hear statements about how much Ben and Cash resemble one another. And I think "really?" Because I see how different they are. But outside the family, it's all "this must be your brother."
And if the boys had that, I wanted the girls to have it, too. "You look like your sister!"
Now of course we have the terrible decision to make: which photo to have enlarged? One of both of them? One of just Zoe and wait and have a solo of Ani taken later? Decisions, decisions.
I think Zoe looks older than 8. Patsy said something the other week about noticing a change in her maturity level. This is true, too. (And SUCH a change in her conduct grade at school. She gets 100s most every week this year.)
Putting her laundry away on Sunday, I noticed in the array of stuffed animals stacked against the play kitchen ("that's Ani's now," Zoe says) and the stickers all over her Hello Kitty tins and the collection of books and papers under her bed... she has really made herself at home in there.
I wonder when the time to share will come.