One morning, just before my birthday, when I had to work the 6 am shift at work, I spent some time making up a very special list.
A list of:
20 Things to Do Before I'm 21.
(I actually got this idea from Elsie of Red Velvet Art, and I think it's a great one!)
I don't have the book that contains the list on me right now, so I can't share it all.
But one very important item on this list was:
To get back in contact with my biological father.
I haven't seen him since I was about 9 years old.
The last time I was ever contacted by him I was 12 years old, and it was a birthday card.
And before that, I have very few memories of him.
Just little things here and there.
He and my mom divorced when I was just a little baby.
I do have a "Dad" in my life, and that's a huge blessing.
He's been there for me since I was five years old.
But I've naturally been curious about my "father" since basically forever.
I've wanted to contact him for a long time, but wasn't really sure how.
And if I figured out how, I wasn't really sure what I'd do or say.
What if he didn't want to hear from me?
What if he rejected me?
But I told myself that this would be the year that I did it.
Surprisingly, it turned out that it wouldn't be me taking the first step.
It wasn't him, either.
On Easter Sunday, via facebook, I received a message from a woman named Josephine.
She was looking for her niece and that was me.
She told me some family history and about my father.
He lives in North Carolina.
He's been married for 11 years.
He has two young sons, named River and Austin.
He'll be getting his bachelor's degree this year in Ceramics and Clay.
She told me that she knew if he heard from me it would "make him the happiest man on earth."
I hope that's true.
This is such a big thing for me.
And I just had to share it with you all.
I'll definitely be updating about this, here and there. :)