By Birth and By Blood
I want to tell my story. Not my birth parents' stories. Not my adoptive parents stories. (Those are not mine to tell). But my story . With complete honesty. As I remember it and have experienced it. There have been so many people asking. It is a little overwhelming. And at times it can be emotionally draining to continually be asked how I'm feeling. So, here goes. I can't remember there ever being a time when I didn't know that I was adopted. My mom, Lisa, hung a wooden plaque in my room above my crib as a baby (which I still have to this today) that read: Not flesh of my flesh Nor bone of my bone But still miraculously my own. Never forget for a single minute You didn't grow under my heart But in it. I was born in Englewood, CO at the Swedish Medical Center on October 29th, 1986. B...