Small world for sure!

This past weekend we spent on Cape Cod on our boat, as we normally do, where we normally go for Labor Day. Saturday was rainy, but it was predicted, and we didnt mind since these days are good for being lazy, napping, doing lots of reading, and just plain clearing your head & heart & soul of whatever bothers you.

Sunday was hot sun and the beach was crowded with people. JR played the day away with several groups of kids who were near us. At night we returned to the beach to make a campfire - another "annual" event. As we were sitting around I began to think about H3s since his birthday is 9/1 - thinking he would soon wake up to just another day in the Baby Home. Right then, as I was thinking of him, fireworks began to go off in the distance, and all the way back to our boat (while on the dinghy) we watched the beautiful display. I told myself  and JR they were in honor of H3's birthday!

Yesterday we decided to go to the beach around 10 - an hour or so before we normally do. See we usually have breakfast, clean up, pack up for the beach, then sit and enjoy the still quietness of the day. We read, or play cards, and just poke around the boat til JR starts to get anxious about all the people on the beach having fun "without" him. Since we would be driving the boat back home later in the day, we figured we'd get an early start. When we got ashore there was only one family on the beach. They had 3 kids. All older than JR, but young. Within seconds, literaly, JR & the youngest girl began playing, as if they had been friends forever. They played and played, and played. I learned her name was Grace and she was 8, and her sister was 11 and called Raye. Her brother, Kyle, was the oldest and starting 8th grade. Eventually we began talking to the parents, and through the conversation, I mentioned that JR had been adopted from Russia. Not sure why I divulged that right up front, but when I did, the woman began to smile. She wanted to know where in Russia. Figuring she had a friend or family member who is or did adopt from Russia, I told her simply, Siberia. She became VERY excited, and asked "where". When I said Angarsk, she about jumped out of her skin. Turns out the middle child, Raye also was adopted from ANGARSK, baby home 1, when she was 16 months old!!! In fact, all three children were adopted from Russia. We spent the rest of the day swapping stories, and reminicising. They live only an hour away! We were and are SO happy to have found a family nearby with a child who was adopted from Angarsk. We swapped emails and vitals, and plan to keep in touch! The thing is, had we gone ashore an hour later, the beach would have been packed with people, and we likely never would have met them! In fact when we did go ashore, we ended up much further south than we had intended since we figured JR would enjoy having some kids to play with, and moved closer to them!

Raye is the one in the front. The other kids, Kyle & Grace were adopted from another Region, Kaliningrad, on the Baltic Sea.

Nothing short of miraculous. Yesterday morning our families were strangers, and now, bonded by a chance encounter! Praise God!