Blood Doesn't Make a Family
In 1997 my doorbell rang and when I opened the door, my world changed. An older couple had moved into a house on our street and they were walking around meeting the neighbors. They told us that they moved into a new home area because they wanted to be around young people with families. I invited them in and within minutes I knew they were an answer to prayer. My grandmother/mother had passed away the year before and I was missing that relationship. One of the first things Georgia (that was her name) did was invite us to church. We were already attending a church but we were looking for something else so we went with them one Sunday and instantly knew this was where we belonged BUT that's another story. Georgia's husband, Bob, was just as genuine and loving as she and they quickly become part of our family. We had meals together, we did family outings together, they became my girls grandparents. For the next 4 years we were family. I remember at a mother daughter t