Just a quick warning for my parents. If you find this post, you might not want to read. I don't want to upset you.
Something amazing happened the beginning of this week. I've been dying to share with my bloggy pals! Remember these posts from a while back, this one and this one? I could use Max as an excuse for why I never mailed in the forms to officially enlist the State of Kansas in my search. But honestly, I've always been bad about filling out forms. I HATE having to write things out long hand. Seriously, in this day and age, I get annoyed if I can't do things online. I want to TYPE a form. But I digress...
I got a mysterious email Sunday night asking me to visit a new profile on one of the photo sharing sites. My heart skipped several beats as I read an introduction from a woman who said she was my birth mother. At first I cried. Then I got angry. I honestly thought it was too good to be true and that someone was messing with me.
After exchanging several emails and doing some fact/background checking, I came to realize it really IS her. I feel badly for questioning her identity the way I did, but I had to be sure. I've wanted to search for her for so long and always hesitated (damn the media for creating all this fear over reunions gone bad.) For the last 5 days, there has been a nightly exchange of photos and information. I've been in this giddy, surreal state of mind. It's overwhelming!
I have to laugh a bit over how she found me. You hear people talk about using Google to locate people..."I just Googled her and voila. There she was." Well, she Googled me! Well, not ME exactly, but my birth date/location. She found entries from my blog, saw her maiden name and knew she'd found the right person.
Well everyone, say hi to Liz. She reads my blog and I have her permission to talk about her. I won't be sharing any photos or anything until we both get things squared away with our families. I hope to meet her in person one day soon. We'll see how things go (I'm sure the weather here will conspire against me, at least until Spring.) Now I just have to screw up my courage and tell my parents. I'll be seeing them at Christmas. Pray for me.