Dear Me: Day 197

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UploadedAugust 5, 2011
TakenJuly 30, 2011
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Day 197/365. July 3rd, 2011

I talk a lot about being blessed by family and I mean that so sincerely. My family is unusual, and larger in its own way than some people's. I have both an adopted and biological family. I also have a godmother who takes her role very seriously. I have a half-brother, grandparents still spry enough to be active in my life, and in my adopted family I have Aunts and Uncles and Cousins and 2nd cousins and a whole plethora of people who love me even though I'm the only member of our family who doesn't share their blood.

Today, I spent the morning with Kris, my godmother. She was my adopted mom's best friend and when I say she takes the godmother role seriously, I'm not joking. Sometimes, I call her my "Fairy Godmother." We joke that I'm the fairy and she's the godmother. When my adopted mom died, Kris' reaction was, 'Move down here, move in with me." I resisted for two years and stayed in Oregon. 2 years later I moved to Texas (not really on purpose but nonetheless) and a year after that, I finally took her up on her offer. We make excellent housemates. Turns out we have an identical (if not ridiculously quirky) sense of humor.

After seeing a movie, we stopped at Target and were approached on our way out by a woman in a small run-down suv, her 2 kids in the back. She asked about churches in the area that offer assistance programs. Her mother and bother were in a car wreck out in Missouri and she needed gas money to get there to see them before they died. And for most people, it would have been a "no, I'm sorry, i don't know." But 20 minutes later as Kris came back to the car after filling the young woman's gas tank, I was so moved (as I often am) by her presence in the world. She's one person that consistently, constantly thinks of others before she thinks of herself and it's always refreshing to see her kindness in action.

Later in the day, I drove out to my Mom's and spent some quality time with my family. Being with my birth family is such a refreshing, renewing sensation. I swear they're a shot of pure energy for my heart. For 22 years we were apart, but no matter where I was in my life I always felt this draw, this pull to them. And I know it's not like that for all adopted children, but for me.. it was almost as though God spent extra time tying the knots the attached me to them... and every so often he would tug on the line, reminding me that somewhere in the world there were people I didn't even know who Loved me. Who wanted me. And now we live so closely that I can see them whenever I want, or whenever they want. And our relationship is wonderful. They make me laugh, and think and appreciate every minute I get to spend with them.

And as i travel back home after visiting, I feel their arms... their tentacles wrapped around me... keeping me warm and safe and loved until the next time I can go out and see them. My family is an octopus and I never want to escape their clutches. They

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