My "Real Family"

There are lots of things that I want to discuss and share. Let's start with my family. No, not the 3 great kids and awesome husband. The other ones. Yes, I said ones not one. See I was adopted as a baby. I was really lucky, sometimes I think maybe we are born with a certain amount of luck and if so I used up a LOT when I got adopted. My adopted parents were the best parents I could have asked for. They loved me unconditionally as a cute kid, a rebellious teenager, obnoxious young adult and even now as a full grown woman. My dad was a teacher, my mom was a nurse and I have a big brother who grew up to be a police officer. We ate dinner together at the dinner table and took family vacations together. My brother and I always knew we were adopted, I really don't remember not knowing. I started searching for my birth mother when I was about 18 or 19 and looked on and off until I finally found her when I was 40. My birth father was no longer in the picture and I have 3 full blooded siblings. But that is a story for another day. Today's post is about what I call my "real" family, the people that raised me, loved me and cared for me. My mom and dad met on a blind date, fell madly in love and were married 3 months to the day later and stayed happily married until my dad passed away in 2006. That was the saddest day of my life. But again, that's another story.  My dad was a great guy, ask anyone who knew him, aside from the "knucklehead" (his word) students that got into trouble, everyone loved my dad. He was a great dad and an awesome grandpa and I miss him all the time. My mom was the hostess with the mostess when I was growing up and still is today when her health allows her to be. She and I definitely had or ups and downs while I was growing up. I loved helping her cook for her dinner parties, but I hated getting cleaned up and acting like a lady while her friends were over and I really hated the dreaded house cleaning before and after the party. Mom and I are much closer now than we ever have been before. Growing up my brother and I were not what you would call close, but I always knew if I needed him he would be there for me and I for him, that is still true today. I couldn't have asked for a better family if I had hand picked them.

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