My adoptive family hosted their 2nd conference call last night, as they begin to put together a family reunion to bring me back home to Puerto Rico in August for my birthday. They are expecting approximately 300+ family memebers to attend this reunion. YIKES! Talk about shaking in my boots. I come from a family of three. As you can see this is going to be quite an intersting time. I have mentally been trying to prepare for this reunion since I was told in form of a joke that if my biological family would ever host a family reunion they would have to rent out Yankee Stadium.
I logged onto Facebook last night and noticed my biological family was having a conference call. I was nervous to call in the line, but I wanted to hear what they were talking about. I almost wished they did not know I was on the line, but I had to announce myself after the chime. I know my biological family was surprised I was on the line. However, they were so kind and welcoming. Oh yes, I cannot fail to mention how FUN-KNEE they are! I have to admit though, as soon as their voices began to resonate the truth begin to sit in again. I am adopted. I wanted to hang up the phone immediately. My eyes began to fill up with tears and thoughts began to race through my mind. I needed help! But I knew that no 9-1-1 call could help this heart. The pain of the realization of what is about to take place this August was piercing my soul....
Although it hurts to think that I was given up and adopted, I have to be strong through this process. I know I have a family that loves me very much and wants to meet me. I walk this journey by faith. One step at a time. One prayer at a time. God is my compass. He will light up the way for me.
I welcome your comments and words of encouragement.