Tis Monday Y'all

 Good Morning everyone. Don't ask what has gotten into me, that I would be wishing anyone a "good day" on a Monday of all things. I am guessing it was the convos from last night and the fact that I got more than 2 hours sleep, but who knows; the day is still young and we all know that stuff can flip real quick. For now, I am just going to write what is on my mind and we'll see where this all goes.

I would like to start with sharing that it is my brother and my sister's birthday today. I hope they both have a fantastic day and get spoiled rotten. May the next year be filled with nothing but love, laughter, good health and wealth. May the only tears that stain their faces be those of sheer joy. I love you both and am sooooo grateful you've become part of the tribe I always wanted and needed.

Now, it is also my son's godfather's birthday today, so I need to send out a shout out to him too. He is one of my oldest friends. I have known him for 34 years, many of which were spent in his family business; moments I will cherish forever. I am eternally thankful that he agreed to be my son's godfather and became quite an intricate part of my family. Happy Birthday Ang. I hope it's a great one. Much love.

OKay, so this blurb has been filled with tons of love and positivity, but we all know that life is never full of peaches. So knowing that, you outta know that this day also brings sadness with it. Today is my bio-dad's birthday too. For anyone who knows my story, or even a portion of it, this is something that hits me deep in the heart and I am desperately trying to stay on the positive side today.

My heart pours out for my sister and brother, as well as my sister's mother. I can only imagine how much this day hurts; I just want to hug you all and absorb that loss. I appreciate my sister so much because she has accepted what is, and even shares tidbits about the man he was. He was a man who loved his children and adored his grandkids. He did all the things a father should do with their children; this is where the part that is super painful for me... I, too, was his child; but thanks to the "woman who spit me out", he never knew I existed and she denied me the right of knowing who he was. 

My sister tells me that had he known I existed, he would have made sure I was taken care of, and I believe her. It's the only thing I can take solace in. He loved my siblings and I think that is an absolutely beautiful thing. I hope they spend the day sharing their sweet memories of him and celebrate him today, as I will also try to do.

As for this blurb, I need to stop writing because I don't want to get emotional. I can't fall down that rabbit hole (again)... instead, I will give thanks.

Much love and respect my Lovies. Stay blessed.