Remember the story of your birth. (This is the short version). Your story is unique and beautiful, it began with acts of open hearted generosity, immense courage and great faith. You have always known you were adopted. At various times of your life til now you have had greater and lesser curiousity about it. You used to speak to your birth mother on the phone. When your father and I were barely new in our relationship, we agreed to foster parent a young teenaged girl who needed a break from her mother. She came to live with us, supposedly for a short time, maybe a week or less. Things came out during that time that made it obvious she would not be returning to her mother’s home and she lived with us for about a year. During that time she became a young woman, she learned how to apply makeup, fix her hair, clean her clothes. She had her first fancy dress and attended her first school dance. Eventually. for various reasons, she moved on to a group home for teenaged girls. We had made a decision that we were done with medical intervention and that we would adopt if we could. We kept in touch with our teenager and one day she appeared, pregnant. She told us we had been her parents and she wanted us to be her baby’s parents. We were all there the day you were born. It was a scary time for all of us but we stuck with it and your courageous and loving birth mother allowed us to take you home when you were five days old. The day you were born you had four parents, that’s a lot of love. Because we were willing to open our hearts and homes to a teen in need of love, your birth mom came into our lives, changing us forever. Because she had the courage and love to do what she thought was best for you no matter the cost to herself, you came into our lives, changing us forever. I hope you cherish this story and that these values ~ compassion, mercy, faith and courage ~ that informed the beginning of your life, inform all your life.