Day 1 - My Story

Before I tell of the journey to our little girl, I need to share a bit of my story. It’s a journey all its own that God has intricately woven into a beautiful tapestry.

It was June 1975. A couple stood at their front door anxiously awaiting their new arrival. Their attempts to have children had been wrought with struggle, but this child, birthed by someone they never knew, was the answer to their prayers. This baby girl, born only a few days before, was about to make their dream of being parents come true. That baby girl was me.

I grew up in a Godly home with my parents and younger brother, who was also adopted. I can’t remember ever being told I was adopted - it was just something I always knew. As natural to me as breathing. 

As I got older, I began wondering who my birth family was. Being the introvert and people pleaser that I am, I never expressed these thoughts aloud. I would never have wanted to hurt my parents’ feelings or disappoint them. But the older I got, the more aware I was that there was a part of me that needed answers to questions only the woman who gave birth to me could answer. I didn’t realize that in just a few years, that would become a reality.