As Part 2 ended, the plane was about to land in Seattle. My emotions were all over the map as I drifted back in time remembering my baby son - how eager I was for him to be born - how much I loved and longed to be his mother. Not until a month before he was born was I "persuaded" to not raise him. I did as I was told and let his adoption happen.

For 32 years, I knew nothing about my son. I knew the sex of the child that I gave birth to, unlike some birth moms in that era, and I held him briefly. Now, as an adult my son had decided that it was time for us to meet again.

We had talked enough on the phone to know that we had a connection. A relationship had already begun - one that I hoped would continue to evolve and grow. Emails that flowed freely in the early months after our first contact also helped us to get to know one another. Therefore, before we met face-to-face at reunion, we already knew a great deal about each other and felt comfortable chatting on the phone. We both knew enough about each other to know that we wanted to get to know one another better.

After a few months chatting and emailing, we were about to meet. Many emotions were swirling around in my head, I was apprehensive and a bit scared. Mostly I was terribly excited and happy though. As I got off the plane, I began glancing around since I did not know if my son would be at the airport or not. I headed to pick up my bags and stopped to phone him. He said that he had decided that he could not get away from work early, so, he would see me at my hotel in a couple of hours. I picked up my bags, grabbed a cab and headed to my hotel in downtown Seattle to wait for the most anticipated meeting of my life.

To Be Continued………………………………………………………………….