Incredible Day

I was sitting in the staffroom at lunchtime, eating my salad and talking with my colleagues when my cell phone rang. It was my mother. I have not heard from her since Thursday. I was shocked and surprised. We ended up talking through my entire lunch hour. I went outside and sat on the steps of the school, nervously chattering and catching up. We talked about all sorts of things pertaining to her, me, and our lives. I assured her that she did an okay thing in giving me up. I had a good childhood, a good life. I think I am someone she can be proud of.

Then, after work, I rushed to the post office! I got my packages. There were two, but only one was from my father. There was a wonderful little surprise from Montreal, which made me laugh with surprised delight! However, the package I really cared about was the one from BC, from my father. I saved it until I got home, safe and sound in my room. I opened it up and ... oh myyyyy. There was a Habs fleece pullover, red with 'Canadiens' across the chest. WOW! But then, the second shirt I pulled out was not a shirt at all. It was a knitted Habs jersey with the logo covering the chest. I burst into tears. I do not think I have cried such truly happy tears in many many years, if ever. I just sat on my bed, hugging them, burying my face in them, sucking up any and all energy left behind when my father put them inside the packaging. I am so blown away.

I called my father to thank him. I could not get out all the words I wanted to say to him. It is like they all got stuck and jumbled in my throat. I wanted to tell him how much it meant to me. I mean, even here, I cannot get the words out properly. It is just so much more than I could ever have hoped for. Finding him, finding my mother, my birth family ... it is the best present I have ever received. He is a gift I never dared hope for.