A consecutive sequence of the family photos that tell the tale of my life.
1) My graduation from Grad School: My Dad, Me, My Mom
2) My chosen family: My Husband, Me (pregnant with the twins that I miscarried: Trysten and Chance), My stepson, My stepdaughter
3) My chosen family extended: My stepson, My Husband, Me, My stepdaughter, My biological daughter
4) My rebirth: My Mom, Me
5) My rebirth part 2: My Dad, Me
Confused? Did my parents suddenly get younger with time? Do they look quite different in the individual photos? That’s when I meet my Mom and my Dad for the very first time, those last two photos. Confused more? The first picture is with my adoptive parents. The last two pictures are with my birth parents when I got to finally meet them, but not until they had missed out on all the important events of my life, like all of my graduations, wedding, having a child of my own…no. I had to wait until I found enough strength inside myself to go against my adoptive parents wishes (because they will never know my secret). I needed to find myself after celebrating all of life’s important events and still not truly feeling my true identity……but it all made sense once I found them. Can’t you tell just from the photos?