It was love that brought me here

As she walked out of the hospital without her baby, her Mother at her side, my life was beginning in a different way.  I know she loved me more than I know, and I admire her sacrifice.  I can't imagine the heartache she felt, but at the same time she was giving utter joy to two very deserving people.  My Mom and Dad were unable to have children of their own, but instead were destined to be my parents.  In her own way, my Mom had heartache of her own after suffering from more than one miscarriage.  She tells me the day I came into her life, was one of the happiest moments of hers.  She looked me over, much the same way my Mother did before she gave me up.  I know now that they were already connected at that particular moment.  I grew up in a very loving, caring, christian home and with a wonderful family.  I never longed for love, acceptance, or anything else.  I know now that at the same time, my Mom was going through something I cannot imagine.  I have never not known that I was adopted, but as the years went along I started to become curious about this woman who gave me life.  I went online to find some kind of adoption websites and registries to try and find out who she is.  I never did get any response back and started to lose hope.  I then started a family of my own.  My first child was a boy who is the light of my life.  And then one day, a letter arrived from the adoption agency where my parents adopted me from.  I didn't think too much of it as I get mailings from them on occasion.  I opened it up to find the one thing I had been longing for.  My MOTHER was looking for me too!  I couldn't believe it.  I was in awe and my heart lept out of my chest and I started to weep.  But they were tears of utter joy.  I was nervous at first but then realized that God had meant for us to be in contact at this particular time and circumstance and so my nervousness went to anxiousness.  I couldn't wait to hear the voice of the person who gave me life and also the life that had meant so much to me up to this point.  In the letter there were two numbers, a work and a home phone number.  I tried the work number first as it was about 3:30 in the afternoon and thought she might still be at work.(not thinking about the time difference of one hour).  When I called it I got an automated answering system.  I was disappointed at first but then realized God had a reason for this.  Then I dialed the home number.  Again I got an automated answering machine.  I decided to wait for a little while and try again.  When I did, I heard the voice of a woman and it sounded slightly familiar to me.  It was my Mother!  The first thing she said was, "Honey is it really you?"  I answered her and then she said,(and this is my favorite and most memorable line EVER!) hold on a second I have to cry.  Right then I knew my life was complete.  I talked to my MOTHER today and also to my MOM.  Some think it would be weird, but I am truly blessed to have three parents, who truly and whole-heartedly love and care for me.  God be praised for my life!!  Also, I love you MOM and MOTHER.  With everything that I am, I owe to you both.