Last weekend it was UL, this weekend, friends from school. People who knew me from the time when I was a kid literally. People with whom I did not have to worry about making an impression on.

Walking by the Hudson river front or crowding around a table loaded with food, we went back in time to seventh grade and above. Got caught up on the silly juvenile things we said and did. We reminiscenced about our teachers, their eccentricities and their good hearts. Turning the lights off in the wee hours of the morning to grab some shut eye, I felt happy and relaxed like I have not in a long time. For once things like classes, adoption related stresses and life did not get in the way. It was pure, unadulterated joy of sharing. Sharing moments, memories and plans for the future. I felt thrilled I could talk about my past and my future without fear, without being judged.

In all my previous such get-togethers, my expectations of what I wanted out of them came in the way. It had a way of setting me up for disappointment. Not this time. I went without any ideas of what to expect. Went with the flow and realized how nice it was.

So, D and A, if you are reading this, here is a shout out. Thanks a ton! You guys made my weekend.

Mom to three. Open adoption advocate. Writer.

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