I post this every year.
I couldn’t be happier that I’m reunited with my birth family and finally know my birth story.
So, here we go again. . .
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!
I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me during their eighth grade year in school.
Sherri was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in San Jose to await my birth.
I was born on November 2nd. I was a forceps baby and I came out with a banged up, scratched up head (see pic below) but no worse for wear.
Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa.
I am one lucky baby.
Happy Birthday to me!