43 years ago today, Mum and Dad set out to meet their new daughter.
I blogged about our special day here.
I still want the day to be special – remember, remember 5th November. I think at least one of my children thinks we say that purely because it is the anniversary of me coming to Mum and Dad.
I want the day to be special for the family in the longer term so that nobody forgets the great gift Mum and Dad gave me when they chose to adopt me.
When Mum and Dad were alive, there would be cards, cakes, presents, visits and phone calls.
Last year was my first special day without them both and it was so close to Dad’s death that I did not do much to record it.
This year and in future years, I want to come up with some sort of ceremony or ritual that can become a new family tradition so that my children and maybe theirs too know just how wonderful Irene and Kenneth were/are and what a wonderful adoption story was had by all with fireworks and everything.