It's gotten easier as an adult to find those definitions that make me who I am. And it's not wrapped up in knowing my birth family. They're certainly not who I am. They're just people I share some DNA with. It took me way too long to figure that one out.
I'm a wife who adores her husband. A mom who can't believe how lucky she is to have this crazy, whacky, beautiful boy that is the very song of my heart. I'm an artist. I'm a writer. I'm a friend. A sister. A daughter of God. I am what I love.
I'm blessed beyond words.