In the begining......

My mom and dad got married for the first and only time at 32 and 41. In the 60's that was "late in life", so after a couple years of not getting pregnant they decided to try adopting. My older brother was adopted at 2 years old, then a year or so later my parents adopted me as an infant. Low and behold my mom got pregnant and had my brothers 1 1/2 years after adopting me, then came my little sister 5 years after me. Five kids! Yikes!
I had a great childhood, not perfect, but whose is. My parents never kept it a secret that my brother and I were adopted, they made us feel special. As I got older I became curious about my birth parents and my mom was not too thrilled to talk about it, even though she really didn't have much information anyway. When I became 18 I contacted the adoption agency and gave my permission to give out my information if my birth parents ever came looking for me.
Five years later.......I still remember coming home from my boyfriends (now my husband) on a Friday night and my mom tells me I had a phone message. She seemed a bit apprehensive telling me this. I called the number and it was the answering machine for the adoption agency..........and of course it's Friday night, after hours, so I have to wait the whole weekend to find out what this is about!!!!!
I knew the only reason for them to be calling was that someone wanted to contact me, I was on pins and needles. Monday morning I call, the social worker tells me that my birthfather contacted them and wanted to get in touch with me. Well, to be honest I never gave him any thought, I wanted to meet my birth mom. I just assumed he wouldn't feel much of a loss like I assumed a mother would.