My adoptive mom took this picture. I'm in the back row, perched next to my birthmom. Her family, suddenly my family, makes up most of that crowd.

The entire family I was lucky. My adoptive family and my birthfamily did more than understand; they gave me more than support. They walked alongside me, and they embraced each other as family.

It's not always easy, but wondering wasn't any easier. I'm just grateful to be part of such a wonderful, and huge, family.

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