Finally!!!
I know some of you have been waiting for the story on my blog. Finally, I think I may have the first post ready after this Thanksgiving. Reflecting on where I came from and what family means to me has become very real. I remember the smells, the people, maybe a blanket, or a stuffed animal. In fact, I still have my first baby blanket, which has a hole in it, the size of me. I can even recall sucking my thumb and rubbing the blanket against my face until I got a rash. I'm pretty sure it smelled horrible, but I must have thought it was amazing. It was my source of comfort and security. I remember Thanksgivings filled with so many people and so much food—the smells, the love, the chaos, the football, the snoring, and playing with all my cousins I never see today. It's strange how life changes. I can remember little phrases that family members and friends used to say, and each memory brings a flashback of that particular person and moment. Our brains are amazing in that way. All th...