My brother was adopted when he was 6 months old and I was almost 5. I remember driving clear across the state with my parents to pick up my new brother. Actually I was convinced it would be a girl, and when the social worker heard me ask where the girl was, she pulled out his picture and showed me, and said, "I guess we have to find another home for this boy then" and I remember screaming at her as I stared at the photo, "Don't you dare give my brother away."
3 good things
1. adoption, it is how I got my brother, a few cousins and my oldest son
2. family, both blood and chosen, still real
3. Brett, happy Birthday my brother.
