Tala came here from Iran when she was 15-all alone. But that is a whole other story. A few years after coming here she met Sylvia-a wonderful woman who wanted to adopt her. Tala was already 18, so legally she could not be adopted, but Sylvia adopted her in spirit.
So, 17 years later Sylvia is now "Nana" to Damien (and to many more people-children of all ages). My boys call her Nana, actually, I usually call her Nana too even though I could call her Sylvia. The name Nana just fits so well. She is the most Christlike of people-always giving, always loving. We adore her. She has a "cookie ministry" complete with a Cookie Fairy outfit-yes you read that right-and business cards that she leaves for people indicating that she is spreading God's love through cookies. Monthly she dresses up in her Cookie Fairy costume and goes to a Mexican orphanage armed with diapers, food, money and of course, cookies, to entertain the kids and make this world just a little bit better.
We love Nana. Two weeks ago-on Veteran's day-Nana took me and my 3 boys along with Damien to the Corvette Diner in San Diego. We skipped to the glow in the dark table (because we were instructed to do so by the host) where we watched waitresses dance in the aisles (and Nana-though she is 60 sat in our booth trying to dance along), drank shakes as tall as Jack's head and ate big old burger's and fries, saw people get their hair decorated with straws and then, to cap it all off, we got to play arcade games and win prizes. The boys had a ball.
We love Nana-everyone loves Nana. We are so glad to have Nana as a part of our lives. Meet Nana:
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