Here are the people who made me.
I am forever grateful that two eighth graders fell in love at such a young age and acted WAY OLDER THAN THEY SHOULD HAVE when they made ME!
I personally think I look like my birth father’s side of the family but I have a lot of my birth mother’s personality traits.
I also have her eyes, her hands, and her legs.
There’s something about growing up not knowing who you look like that makes it ever so much more touching when you find out that yes, you do in fact resemble someone else.
And in my case, it’s nice that I take after both my birth parents.
Someday I may post the whole story because people seem incredibly interested in reunion stories.
The short version is I called my birth mom and told her who I was and I went to visit her the next day.
She told me who my birth father was and I stopped and visited him on my way home.
He invited all of his 5 siblings over his house to meet me and I’ll never forget someone showed up with an “It’s a Girl” cigar.
As far as reunions go, mine has been ideal.
I met my birth family when I was 22.
It has now been almost 22 years that I’ve known them.
Soon I’ll have known them longer than I was living without them.
But the BEST PART OF BEING ADOPTED AND REUNITED, besides finally knowing where you came from, is that you get oodles of SIBLINGS!
Here’s to Lisa, Omar, Cy, Lani, Art, and Brandon.
I heart all of you.