Someone asked me at our Young Adults Bible study last night if myself and one of the guys we were talking with were related. I told her that I was an adopted member of his family, which is sort of true and totally awesome.
It all began back when one of the brothers from the family (there are 11 kids in total) moved to Regina with his wife and my parents quickly befriended them. I joined a co-ed soccer team with them and played a few seasons before heading out of town to Bible College.
A couple of years later, I was at home from Bible College during Christmas break and I realised that my flight was scheduled to bring me back to school two days before it was going to be open again for the next semester. Then my parents discovered that the family lived near the small town where my Bible College was and so it was offered that I stay with them for the weekend until the school was open.
To be honest, I was super nervous about this. I had never met the family and I did not even know what they looked like. All I was told was that they were very nice people. So I got off the plane hoping that they would know who I was, and they did!
Making a good impression quickly became my goal as I knew that the family was solid in their faith and had raised their kids really well (the previously mentioned brother and his wife as well as another brother had moved to Regina and I noted that they are all people of good character).
After spending some quality time meeting more of the family and playing pool, ticket-to-ride, and "power Uno" (the family's own invention), I was invited to "Wing's Night" where we ate many chicken wings and watched She's the Man together. I also attended church with the family and got to witness their great musical talent and engage in some theological discussion during Sunday school. I'll never forget those first moments I spent with the family because I did not feel like a stranger at all.
They later dropped me off at school and I was known as "that girl" to the family for a while after that until the family moved to Regina and now they know my name (except some of them are trying to get one of the grandkids to call me "Kevin" just to bug me because he is the only two-year-old I know who can pronounce my name properly). I also get to see them on a regular basis at church and on the soccer field as I have been a part of what is known as the family's team due to the fact that most of the team is official family.
All that to say, we go way back and I am always treated like part of the family any time I am around them (teasing and all) and I am very honoured to be known as an adopted member. :)
It all began back when one of the brothers from the family (there are 11 kids in total) moved to Regina with his wife and my parents quickly befriended them. I joined a co-ed soccer team with them and played a few seasons before heading out of town to Bible College.
A couple of years later, I was at home from Bible College during Christmas break and I realised that my flight was scheduled to bring me back to school two days before it was going to be open again for the next semester. Then my parents discovered that the family lived near the small town where my Bible College was and so it was offered that I stay with them for the weekend until the school was open.
To be honest, I was super nervous about this. I had never met the family and I did not even know what they looked like. All I was told was that they were very nice people. So I got off the plane hoping that they would know who I was, and they did!
Making a good impression quickly became my goal as I knew that the family was solid in their faith and had raised their kids really well (the previously mentioned brother and his wife as well as another brother had moved to Regina and I noted that they are all people of good character).
After spending some quality time meeting more of the family and playing pool, ticket-to-ride, and "power Uno" (the family's own invention), I was invited to "Wing's Night" where we ate many chicken wings and watched She's the Man together. I also attended church with the family and got to witness their great musical talent and engage in some theological discussion during Sunday school. I'll never forget those first moments I spent with the family because I did not feel like a stranger at all.
They later dropped me off at school and I was known as "that girl" to the family for a while after that until the family moved to Regina and now they know my name (except some of them are trying to get one of the grandkids to call me "Kevin" just to bug me because he is the only two-year-old I know who can pronounce my name properly). I also get to see them on a regular basis at church and on the soccer field as I have been a part of what is known as the family's team due to the fact that most of the team is official family.
All that to say, we go way back and I am always treated like part of the family any time I am around them (teasing and all) and I am very honoured to be known as an adopted member. :)
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