Dear Martin,
Happy New Year! A new years always bring excitement, but for me it's more than that. The passing of a year means that I am that much closer to seeing you. You will turn 12 this year. Legally, this means that I am only six years from being able to contact you. Six years. I can't help but think that it'll be sooner than that, though. I have a feeling that, as you enter into your teenage years, you will start searching for your heritage. In this age of computers, a search is as easy as entering a few simple key words into a Google search. Maybe one day in the coming years you will stumble upon this blog. Perhaps you will find me on Facebook. If you are anything like me, you will want to know.
So, each passing year not only brings new and wonderous things for my family, but it brings me so much closer to some sort of reunion. And I can't help but wonder if your adopters feels it, too. A some point their little bubble is going to burst and both Grant's birth mother and myself will be a part of your lives again.
So for now, I wait. I let them play house with children that aren't theirs other than on legal documents. I wait knowing that blood is thicker than water ... that I will see you again soon.
I love you,
Your Natural Mother.
