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Finding Mr. Right

So life was good. 

I had grown up, went to college, married and had my three boys.   Growing up in a family with a mom and a dad and five sisters and a brother.  What more did one need in life?  

Him.  I still wanted and needed him.  He was still in my heart and on my mind.  

His name ran through my mind and was spoken on those special days...birthdays, graduation, marriage, babies etc.  I carried him in my heart.

How could you be part of something or feel part of somebody that you had never met-I would ask myself.  
Did he even know I existed?  
Had he thought about me?  
Was he still around?  
Did he want me?  Where was he?  
What was he doing?  Who was he?  Why?  
How did it all happen?  
Was there someone else?  
Would I belong with him?

I always knew about him.  On my special adoption day-I would ask.  I knew his name.  I knew he was quiet and didn't like to dance.  I knew he was kind.  Did he have a wild streak?  Was he stubborn and determined?  Did I look like him I wondered.  Did I have more sisters? What parts of me were from him?  I sure knew I wasn't Swedish!

I tried to find him.  When I was a teenager.  When I was getting married.  When I was going to be a mom and as they grew.

When my oldest was born-my Mother said that she could see him in my son.  He was the unspoken man in the room.  When my second was born-she said he was a split image and was so like him.   When my youngest was born-she grieved and said,  "He deserves to know them and know he has amazing Grandsons."

So the house was quiet and my hand shook as I called the number to this man that I dreamed about.  No answer.  Half relieved I put the phone down.  

Then the phone rang and it was him.  "Hi."  "Hi.  I'm your daughter."  His voice reverberated something deep within my heart and when he laughed this incredible and boisterous laugh-I was hooked and I knew-it was him.  I knew him.  Healing began.  

The stories were told and amends were made.  I met him and he met my husband and my boys and we were family immediately! 

This Father's Day as I think of all of the blessings God has given me with being able to know my Dad.  He is all I hoped he would be and more.  He did want me.  And more importantly he loves me and has become a very important part of my life.  

I was right.  I do need him.  Now I love him.






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