Today is a very special day to me. 25 years ago, I was brought home to a wonderful family. I was blessed with the best family I could ever ask for and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love that I was adopted. It makes me and my story unique and special. I’m so thankful for the lady who gave birth to me. She was my way into this life. I can only imagine how hard it was for her and how scared she must have been at age 15. I’m sure a lot of people gave her looks and judged her, but I believe she was brave. She trusted in God’s plan for her and for me. She knew there was a family that needed me. People ask me if I ever think about her or want to meet her. The answer is no. I do hope she’s okay and that she is married and is living a good life. She brought me into this world. That is all that I needed from her. I’ll forever be grateful that.
I couldn’t imagine my life without my family. Sometimes you’d forget that I was even adopted. I resemble my mother in her looks and big heart. And I’m my daddy’s “mini me”…we’re too much alike. My sister is the best side-kick ever. You can say it’s because after being around someone for so long, you start to look like them and act like them, but I believe it’s because I was always meant to be a part of this family, long before I was even born. I just had to get to them in a different way. This is my real family and I love them so much.
Happy Adoption Day and Cindo De Mayo to me!