Friday, February 3, 2017

It's My Cake Day

Yep, it's true. I'm not terribly excited by it, however, because at my age it feels more like a countdown than an achievement.

My emergence into this world is kind of an interesting story....

Forty-nine years ago today, my mother (18 at the time) was brought to the hospital to give birth. She was an unwed teen, and her parents "strongly encouraged" her to put me up for adoption. She was sedated so that she wouldn't know my gender, and I was born.

The next day a nurse came in to see how she was healing and asked "have you not seen your baby yet?" My mother replied "no, I haven't." The nurse told her she would be right back ... and never returned.

I was adopted into a great family and had a wonderful life. My adoptive parents wanted me to know the truth about my heritage, so as far as I can remember, I've always known I was adopted.

When I was 23 and newly married, we looked for my biological parents and found them. They're amazing people and I am blessed to get to know them.

But enough of all that! Go out tonight! Celebrate! Eat some cake and enjoy what I call "St. Brett's Day!" (I'm still trying to figure out how to get it recognized on a national calendar).

Aim high. Run fast.


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