Today we had the privilege to meet Connor's mother, brother, uncle and cousin. Their story is his to tell, not mine. It is a gift--one that so many adoptees will never have--to see one's roots, to gather information, to connect.
From my perspective, the resemblence is amazing. The role of nature astouding. Had I not been so intimately involved it might have felt like an anthropological experiment. I sat intrigued: watching these people that I had never met using the same expressions, the same gestures, the same movements that I know so well.
As we gather lost family back in, they too become part of us and our family circle expands once again. What a gift.
