One lucky baby

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 in a treehouse 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. My dad got to the hospital and looked at his itty bitty newborn daughter and declared that I looked like a frog on account of my legs stuck out sideways.

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.19.46 PMI will forever be grateful to Sherri and Paul for putting me up for adoption. I was lucky enough to meet them when I was 22 and they have been a part of my life ever since.

IMG_7821Nothing pleases me more than explaining to people how lucky I am to have two sets of parents who love and adore me.

I am one lucky baby.

Happy Birthday to me!

Pints for Pups

I have a “thing” for animal rescue videos.

Whether it’s saving a dog from a swift moving river, or rescuing an abandoned pig, I’m ALL OVER IT.

Truth be told, if my living situation were more suitable to taking care of animals, I’m sure I’d be hosting a farm of animals in my home.

All my pets have been rescue pets.

From Patches, a kitten I grabbed from a box left at the Strawberry Festival in Los Gatos to Wendy, a formerly-awful turned sweetheart of a white German shepherd.

I’m down to one fur baby right now.

Princess.

I first met Princess when I was working at a spa in Saratoga.

She had five kittens and was FIERCELY protecting them from anyone who came near.

She lived in a barn and ate out of a dumpster.

But she was BEAUTIFUL.

Princess has cocoa brown face, paws, and tail, a cream-colored body, and the bluest eyes.

Despite her initial ferocity, she turned into the sweetest lap cat imaginable.

She’s virtually a dog, she’s so attached to humans.

This weekend I am going to an event called Pints for Pups.

It’s all about raising money for homeless dogs via beer sales, ceramic sales, and art sales.

I love this event.

Not just because my friends have organized it.

No.

I love it because it finds homes and provides care for dogs being fostered for adoption.

There’s a group called Thulani and they rescue senior German shepherds.

You can imagine how much love I’m going to pour into those dogs when I see them at there.

Which reminds me to invite you to join in the festivities and come to Pints for Pups!

Don’t buy.

Adopt.

 

One Lucky Baby

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me in a treehouse 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.

FullSizeRender FullSizeRender(1)Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa. My dad got to the hospital and looked at his itty bitty newborn daughter and declared that I looked like a frog on account of my legs stuck out sideways.

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.19.46 PMI will forever be grateful to Sherri and Paul for putting me up for adoption. I was lucky enough to meet them when I was 22 and they have been a part of my life ever since.

IMG_7821Nothing pleases me more than explaining to people how lucky I am to have two sets of parents who love and adore me.

I am one lucky baby.

Happy Birthday to me!

My Reunion Story

Sherri, pregnant at her 8th grade graduation

I remember the EXACT date I lost my virginity.

July 8, 1989.

I was 15 years old.

It’s ironic then, that I don’t know the date for something as MOMENTOUS as meeting my birth parents for the first time.

It was spring.

I know that because all the tulips in my yard were in full bloom.

For the rest of my life I’ll always associate tulips with my birth mother.

Finding your birth parents isn’t as hard as you’d think.

At least not for me.

My mom told me she knew my birth mother’s name from the adoption paperwork.

Brandon, Brett (ex), me, Sherri and Lani

So when I was 17, I asked for her name.

My mom wrote it down on a piece of paper, handed it to me, and walked out of the room.

After a little research I finally got the phone number to my birth mother’s in laws.

I called one day and asked for Sherri or Vince (her husband).

They gave me their phone number.

Just like that.

I stared at that number.

It was burned in my brain.

It took me 5 years to work up the courage to call that number.

One day, I called the number fully intending to ask for a random name – Elizabeth.

Art, me, my dad, a friend, and Cy

When my birth mother answered the phone, she had the MOST BEAUTIFUL voice I’d ever heard and I knew that someone with a voice like that would not be mean to me.

So I asked for Sherri.

“This is she,” she responded.

“I’d like to talk to you about something personal. Is now a good time?” I asked.

“Yes,” there was concern in her voice.

“I’m looking for my birth mother. . .”

I visited her the very next day and got to meet her husband and my sister and brother.

She told me who my birth father was and he was listed in the phone book.

So instead of driving home, I called him.

His (ex) wife answered the phone.

I asked for Paul.

She asked who I was.

I wanted to tell him directly so I just said my name.

She hung up on me.

I called back.

“Just tell him it’s Sherri’s daughter,” I responded.

She repeated what I said to him. Then she repeated it again, this time with gravitas.

They knew what this meant.

Paul had a daughter.

He asked me to pull into a local Denny’s where he said he’d meet me.

He showed up 15 minutes later, with his (ex) wife and her daughter.

We (my ex-husband) and I followed him to his house and slowly, his siblings and friends started trickling in.

Someone brought an “It’s a Girl!” cigar for him.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

What can I say about my reunion?

It truly was an ideal reunion and I feel blessed that my birth mother and my birth father accepted me so openly and lovingly.

Two eighth graders accidentally made a baby, and gave me an ideal home to grow up in.

I regret nothing except perhaps that I didn’t meet them sooner.

I am blessed.

 

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Adopted

Here is my birthmom in a restaurant in Healdsberg, sharing some quiet conversation with me and my (now ex) boyfriend Jay.

sherriIsn’t she beautiful?

In case you don’t already know, I was adopted at birth.

My birthparents were very young – 14 and 15 when I was born. They got pregnant with me in 8th grade.

They were precocious little things and for that I am eternally grateful.

My whole life I wondered who I looked like. Who I took after.

Well, fast forward 22 years and I’ve got the phone number to my birthmom’s in-laws. I call them and ask for Sherri or Vince, my birthmom and stepfather.

They give me their phone number.

Just like that.

I used to call that number and ask for Elizabeth. I didn’t have the guts to tell the person on the other line who I was.

But then I called one time and SHE answered and she had the most beautiful voice I’d ever heard and it was that voice that made me take a chance and tell her who I was.

I think we spent the next 4 hours on the phone chatting and arranging to meet the VERY NEXT DAY.

So if you ask me who my heroes are, one of them is this woman who at a very young age was asked to do the impossible and managed to make the best of it for everyone.

Love.

Below:  Picture of Sherri at her 8th grade graduation, ~ 4 months pregnant with me.

sherri1Below:  Twenty two years later – reunion picture of me and my ex-husband with my brother, my birthmom, and my sister.

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By the way, here is my most favorite photo of Sherri.  Probably because at a glance, it looks like me…

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