Thirty-nine years ago today, I became a Baxley and a Plaquemaniac.
Happy adoption birthday to me. Click here to read a lil ole "Where I'm From" poem I wrote five (five?!?) years ago to celebrate the occasion.
I am so grateful to my birthmother, Sherry, for her amazing act of selflessness--giving up her own child so it could have a better chance at life--and to Mrs. Gwen and Mr. Hugh for taking in a helpless (but admittedly adorable) little two-month-old stray, and for keeping and continuing to love said stray through good times and bad.
Life is good.