I knitted E. a hat for her birthday. I used superchunky black yarn, silvery blue lightweight cashmere, and a shiny triple helix yarn for some pizazz. It's 2k 2p on an odd number of stiches, in the round, so the rib goes in a spiral. It's heavy and warm, I liked it, wanted to keep it, thought it might look a little "old" for an 8 year old kid.
But then she sent me a thank-you note. She said "I LOVE IT!!!" I hope she really does love it. I hope writing the note was something she wanted to do, rather than something her mom made her do (C. is very big on those social obligations, she's nothing if not "polite"). Right now, I don't care, I will dwell on the fact that she said she loved the hat I made, and she signed her name with "love". Nevermind the fact that she doesn't really know me. Nevermind the fact that I have no firsthand knowlege of what she thinks about being adopted, very little firsthand knowledge of her at all.
She included her school photo, and she looks so much like my mother-in-law it made me gasp. Josh's wide eyes met mine in her picture.
I hung her note on the fridge, and I smile whenever I see it.
Direct communication. At last.