Heros

Atop my list of heros, you will find people like my Savior Jesus Christ, Joseph Smith, Grandpa, and Handsome, all are extremely selfless people; and although I love these men this post isn't about them. I recently found out that a friend of mine is going to be adopting a baby in January. She and her husband have been waiting a long time for a child and after a few failed attempts at IVF and many thousands of dollars in doctor bills she's finally getting her baby.

For those of you who don't know, although most of you probably do, I am adopted. I have not really made it a well known fact and unless you are in my family you probably haven't heard me talk about it much. It's extremely personal for me but not in the sense that it's embarrassing. Quite the opposite in fact. It's an emotional subject and rarely do I think about it anymore and avoid my faulty tear ducts.

Seeing as I am expecting my babies in the near future my thoughts have been with my biological mother quite a bit, who is also on my list of heros. I have no idea who she is and to be honest I've never felt the need to know. I have developed this new appreciation for her and what she gave up for me. She wrote me a letter telling me that she loved me and the reason she gave me up was because she knew I deserved a better life then the one she could have provided for me. She didn't even hold me at the hospital because she said she couldn't have gone through with it. I cannot imagine the strength it must have taken for her to nurture me and feel me move and then to give me away, it's one of the most selfless acts I can think of. She had no idea who my parents would be or what kind of family I would have but for some reason she knew I was not meant to be hers and for that I am grateful.

So although I have no real need to meet her, I believe I will get the chance when I get to heaven. And when I do I'm sure the only words I will be able to get out will be Thank You.