No two adoption stories are ever the same. Mine is no exception. I have no recollection of the day my parents told me I was adopted, it's always been a normal thing for me- one of the things that makes me, me.

I met my birthmother thirteen years ago- when I was thirteen years old, and it was such a blessing. I'll never forget the feeling of seeing someone who looks like me. It was startling, and awesome. 

Although she lives nearly 700 miles away, whenever we have the chance to connect, it's always quite special.

I hadn't seen her in over a year, but last night we sat at Stella's for hours catching up on every aspect of our lives. We've both had a lot of change happen in our lives over the past three months and it was so nice to have a good old heart-to-heart, not really as mother and daughter, but more so friends that share an incredibly strong bond. 

Her laugh is probably my favourite thing about her. It sounds exactly like mine. 


  1. You're a beauty Monique. Inside and out. And this post makes me smile. <3

  2. She must look at you and be so proud. She also probably thinks how she gave birth to such a beautiful woman. I bet she is in awe every-time she is across from you.

  3. Great post Monique. I learn something new about you every time I read your blog. You are one of a kind!

  4. whenanythinghappens is me - Jana! Check out my blog too, if you want

  5. When I look at you, I see Monique, I see wee Grace. I catch glimpses of my mother, my sisters, your sister. I love your smile, your bright eyes, your wit and compassion, your humor, yes, even the cornball stuff- especially that! I love to laugh with you too! I love to listen to your ideas, thoughts, and dreams. My heart rejoices in your happiness. Monique, you are glowing!
    This bond? It is love.
    I love you.-J

  6. Monique, you're such a special girl.
    Love you.

  7. What a lovely post.


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