The Miracle of Adoption

Yesterday in church, I had someone I've never met, but had phone conversations with, come up and ask, "Are you Jamie?"

After exchanging pleasantries I asked him, "How did you know it was me?"

"I guessed," he replied with a smirk.

"You're a good guesser," I told him and continued with the conversation.

Four hours later it occurred to me that he spied me due to my family composition.

He knew we adopted. He had apparently been told what our family looked like racially. He made an educated guess.

I am still apparently colorblind and clueless.