The journey of a first mom finding her son, lost to adoption, and all the crap she buried along the way.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
There's this weird thing about the number 17 between my son and I . His mother is 17 years older than me, I'm 17 years older than him, he is 17 years older than his sister and on Saturday, he will get married 17 years and one day after I married my first husband. Weird, right? Must remember to include 17 in all lottery numbers I play...