Last week a woman at church mentioned to me how much Lena and I look alike when we both wear our hair up. It kinda took me by surprise. My first thought was I don't see how, since we share absolutely no DNA. I almost said something like that out loud, but then I remembered that this person likely does not know that Lena is adopted. In a split second, this thought came to my mind: It doesn't matter whether we share DNA or not. We look like family. So I just said, "Thank you!"
This is a good thing. This is a God thing. We look like family.