Yesterday when picking my son up from school a woman opened the door for me and said “Your hands are busy Mom (and then looked at the little girls holding my hands and said) or whoever.”

Before I jump on my soap box I have to say that I have honesty been guilty of similar thoughts in the past. When skin color doesn’t match we tend to try and figure out how those people fit together. However, that was all before I knew what I know now.

It is not the color of your skin that makes a family. It is Love, it is safety it is home! Girl-girl and Baby are my daughters, it doesn’t matter if their skin is a different color than mine, it doesn’t matter if they should only live in this house a short time. We Love them like family and for that they will always be.