Grandma’s First Birthday Gift

What do you get your mother as a first birthday present ever?

A photo catchup book.

Redflare helped pick out and arrange the pictures to help catch up on 35 years of lost moments and pictures. A heavy task.

I think the tears of joy show that it was well received. 😉



Lice Battle

I think we’re still missing one or two things that we used during this epic battle. Scissors and a nit pick come to mind.

It’s finally over though, and we emerge victorious.

Next year, we’ll ask Newbie to not hug everyone on the last day of school. We’re pretty sure that’s how we got it in the first place.


Meeting Mom

Well, if I’ve finally found Mom, then it’s high time I actually get to see Mom in person.

A date was set, and we finally got to meet.

They’re still based in Iowa, so we met kind of halfway. They drove a bit farther, but part of the adventure was building new memories on their boat at this lake.

It’s hard to summarize the fantastic day except to say it was over too soon.

We closed it out with an ice cream treat in the late afternoon and a fellow DQ customer obliged us by helping get a shot of all of us.

I have two moms now! They both love me very much.

For an adoptee, it’s the most ideal outcome you can ever hope for.


Lost is Found

I’ve known I was adopted for a long time.

It didn’t bother me much, I was loved and accepted where I landed. Proud to bear the name given to me and carry that legacy. Content.

The question of where I came from just wasn’t on my mind much.

Except now I know.

She found me through the power of Facebook. This last year had been especially hard because my little brother has a daughter.

At 21, if he had a daughter, the logical conclusion is that she was missing out on lives of grandchildren.

The call went out on FB, and a brave soul, a friend of a cousin, found my post online.

Memorial Day weekend, we were able to share our first phone call ever.

We’ve been chatting ever since. 😀


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Found Little Feet

As hinted at yesterday, my birthday proceeded as normal. I enjoyed my cake, went to work, and that weekend, I started my standard chores.

That meant things like mowing.


And paperwork/emails.

Among the emails was a mysterious message from a “J. Smith”.

Yeah, that has to be a fake name.

Except it wasn’t.

Instead, we exchanged messages first on the website where I had left breadcrumbs 13 years ago (and thankfully still had the same email address).

Then phone numbers for texting.

And suddenly I was getting pictures. Confirmation of a biological past that I thought was closed to me for all time.

That’s right. My biological family had found me!

The breadcrumbs, after 13 years, had finally borne fruit.

If there’s a question, those are my baby footprints.