Today is the eight year anniversary of finding the daughter I surrendered to a closed stranger adoption in 1986. I am nostalgic. Reflecting on who I was eight years ago, all that I hoped for, dreamed about versus what really happened. I won’t do a lengthy post as I believe my six year post still says it all. Read it here.
I will say this. I still think of her every day. I still savor the crumbs of her life she leaves strewn across the internet. I still smile when she colors her hair a new color or writes a new provocative article. I hope she is well and happy and foolish as it may be to hold on, I do hope someday she grants me the honor of an in person reunion.