Ever looked like someone, I didn't until I found her...

Her... She... The one... I was young the first time they told me, my name Kristin yep it means, "Choosen One." I had been "Adopted" and in all the rage of a six year olds mouth, I thought I had been cussed at. Little Sara hadn't known that the words she had heard our Mama's whispering hadn't been bad.  She didn't know it had been a gift, it was a blessing. And to this day I wouldn't have regretted a moment of it, however, when I grew up and had kiddos of my own, the "Her" of it all started to hit home. I was a mother of a beautiful perfect little boy, whom ever so sadly looks just like me. And I began to think, Whom do I look like????

The stories leading up to the day we met would be intriguing but in Blog world it would take far to long and I would stray far off the original path of my story.

Early on in the process of looking for my Bio Mom I was asked this question, "Kristin, why are you doing this?" Very simple question right, yep, NOPE. But with all my mustered courage I said, "Because I don't look like anyone, I don't have my father eyes, my mom's smile. I don't look like anyone." Before the end of this conversation, the woman whom inquired over the question said, "Would you like to see whom you look like?" And from a folder she had laid upon her lap she pulled a nameless photocopied paper, she turned it toward me and for the first time in my life I was looking a me. She was older then I, when the picture would have been taken but the striking woman was me. I gasped and Vonie, my interrogator said, "Would you like a copy?" "Oh, yes, please" I coveted that picture everyday, she had been 18 in the picture but there was no mistaken us, TWINS.

Weeks later I held this picture placed in a plastic protector page in a binder on my lap as my then future husband drove to a destination in the distance. To get to this moment, I must back up. I got "THE" call, and Vonie, my inquisitor spoke softly as she said, "Good morning." I knew that what ever were the next words out of her mouth, they were going to be the words, my bio either wanted to talk to me or not but I knew in my heart of hearts this was the moment. Everything around me slowed as she said, "There is a woman in the hall who would very much like to talk to you."

Well, now what do you say........ I said, "ummmmm..." I was sitting at my desk at work not the place for a heartwarming reunion. Vonie was instructed to have the "Woman" call me at home at 5:35pm. I would be home and that was the end of it. The day went by like no other, before I knew it 5pm was flashing as a beacon to say it's time to go. I drove to get the little man at speeds I was luck enough not to get caught doing, we arrived home at 5:15 I sat and STARED that clock down, I wanted it to move. As the moments ticked on, a bounding man came up the stairs of our third floor apartment, "Have I missed it??" He asked as I sat staring again at the clock he slide into the couch to wait with me.

At exactly 5:31pm my phone rang, "Hello? Is Kristin there?" "Yes this is her." Well, that was about the amount of time it took if you were with in half a mile of us you heard what our family lovingly calls Rapid Machine Gun fire. "You graduated from where?" "I have sisters, plural?" "I'M A GRANDMA." and in an instant we both said, "STOP." I looked at my beloved and as we both said, "We HAVE to meet." He slide off our couch got our son and we were in the car in moments. I don't remember the drive I seem to think niceties were passed and trying to explain to an inquisitive 6 year old where were we were going.


I remember as the girls exited the house that day, and then my step father. I saw from the corner of my eye this mirror image of myself, my twin the one from the picture. She had aged but with her spunky short hair and mine of the same length and style it was the older version of myself. We sat that night and talked, we talked about people we knew in common, family I would never know, we just talked. Her family sat and watched us wondering about the alien who had arrived on the front step.

We have had our moments but together we make a pretty awesome team, and not to say along this journey you won't hear more about our merry band of characters, because oh trust me you will but...
The 8 years since then have been ones of births, deaths, divorces, and marriages. I still occasionally manage to make my way back to those pictures from all those years ago and I finally realized I found the rest of who I was, in finding her.