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Before my brother "L" left for home, he made me promise that I would call my parents. He too wanted it out in the open so everybody can enjoy the reunion. After taking "L" to the airport I knew that it was time for me to get on the phone and talk with my parents about everything that was going on in my life. I felt guilty because I had always been honest with them before and knew that they were behind me 100%. I think maybe I felt guilty and worried that they would be hurt. My birthmom also wanted to make sure that they knew before we met up. I talked to "R" (older abrother) before doing so. "R" wondered if although they were always receptive and open, if him calling them to pave the way would be easier. You see "R" was my protector of sorts. He always had and still has my back when there's trouble, woes or laughter. I'm blessed to have a wonderful brother and mentor like "R" and wouldn't trade him for all the tea in China. But I had to do this on my own. I thanked him and made the call....

It was Sunday late afternoon and right before the evening news. That's always a good time to get my parents together to talk because they are sitting down to the news having an evening cocktail before dinner. I sat down on the floor by the phone and made myself comfortable while I made the call. My mom answered and we sat there chit chatting for a few minutes. I finally told her to make herself a drink and sit down because I needed to tell her something. My mom's reaction everytime I told her that I need to tell her something was "YOUR PREGNANT"!!! UGH - and my pat answer was always "YOU WISH". Again, this was her guess as to what I had to tell her. Gotta love her though - she's got character with alot of spunk.

I explained to her what I did and what had happened thus far. She was relaying everything back to my dad. I kind of stopped and said "you are okay aren't you?" Their answers were, "that's wonderful honey, what took you so long!!! Tell us all about them!!!" What a relief and weight lifted off of my shoulders. I knew it would be okay, but well.... Anyway, as I talked with my mom I explained how I really wanted the family to be involved in the reunion. I wanted them to experience it with me. They thought it was a terrific idea. A little hesitant at first but I think that was because they didn't want to be in the way. My father has told us kids time and time again how he'd go to the ends of the earth for us. Our happiness and well being was his highest priority and my father meant every word of that. I'll have to tell you more about my dad at a later time.

I already had a pre-date set up to meet "J" my birthmom. I explained to my mom that my wish was that she would go with me to meet "J". I wanted the 2 most important women of my life in the same room together. The one who gave me life and the one who kept it going. My mom was a little worried that "J" would feel out of place, but I explained to her that I'll make sure it's okay first with all parties. The infamous date was the day after Thanksgiving, 2000 in Northern California. My birthmom and her hubby were coming in from Oregon and my brother "L" (this was our 2nd visit together) and my sister "C" were coming in from Arizona and Texas respectively (I know they're scattered all over - lol). Me?? I was with my mom, my hubby "J" and our son "A" coming down from the mountains of California to our meeting destination.

And away we go......