My sister is home for the weekend celebrating her 20th High School reunion from Aquinas Institute high school. My dad is celebrating his 60th High School reunion the same weekend from Aquinas as well. Suffice to say this weekend is bringing back a lot of reminiscing and talk of beginnings.
Among the conversations at the lunch and dinner yesterday that led to opening up about the past for Anne Marie and my dad, this morning my dad and spoke about me and my beginnings. He talked about my adoption from his eyes. He told me the story of how when my mom and he came to pick me up from the adoption agency at 111 Westfall Road, I simply took hold of them, one in each hand, and walked out with them (I was 1.5 years old) as if to say, "I choose YOU" as my parents. He said I had these cute bells on the shoes I wore that jangled as a took each step.
I vaguely recall him telling me this story a long time ago, but he has always remembered it and I'm glad he shared and reminded me of it right now. He has no idea how that memory of his has helped me in these recent struggles of the past couple days. I don't even want to share with him what is going on right now since he is so proud of all my accomplishments.
...the end (for now)
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