I was thinking about love and life , and looking forward to however God blesses me and whatever He blesses me with. I know it'll be something /someone I needed.
I was thinking about the gifts God has given me.
My passion for writing
My passion for cooking.
Through one woman I was born and put up for adoption, but I was raised by another. My mother, who saw me and loved me immediately and wanted me when I was 11 months old.
I’m suprising her for her birthday in October. She’ll think I’ll be calling her from Portland Oregon to wish her a happy birthday, but I’ll actually be driving from the airport in Milwaukee Wisconsin to her home. She lives 20 minutes away. While talking to her for a while, she’ll have to put me on hold because someone is ringing her doorbell, and it’ll be me-