wow.

2011-09-30T14:23:00.002-05:00

Last night was the night. The night I met Biomom. And oh my goodness was I nervous. She was in town for a conference and we met last night at 6:30 at a restaurant downtown. I walked there from the house and Jaime walked halfway with me. I was freaking out a little bit. I mean, what on earth would we say to each other? What if it was awkward the whole time? What if, what if, what if.

When I got there, I looked around and finally spotted her sitting outside in the front of the restaurant. A few deep breaths later and I was walking through the front doors and standing face to face with her. My biological mother. For the first time. In my life. WOW.

We hugged. She was about to cry. I told her to stop so I didn't start too. We sat down and started chatting a little bit. It was awkward at first. Which we both expected. But as dinner went on, we found a bit of a groove and the awkward moments seemed to disappear.

We took a picture together. And whoa buddy. It is so weird to be standing next to someone for the first time in my life who looks just like me. I've always just wanted to see someone who looks like me. And it was nuts.

After dinner, we just started walking around downtown and talking. Then we went to a coffee shop where we both got frozen white chocolate mochas (mine with whipped cream, hers without) and sat outside and kept talking. And talking. She answered questions I had asked months ago in email that she wasn't ready to share yet. She told me about the day I was born. About Biodad. Everything. It was awesome.

Finally, after a little over two hours together, it came to an end. She started walking home with me, since the coffee shop was right by her hotel. And Jaime met us on the street not too far from there to walk the rest of the way home with me. Biomom wanted to meet her.

We hugged, twice, and said good-bye. She told me she loved me. I'm pretty sure as soon as we both started in our opposite directions that she was crying. I was so happy. It was better than I ever imagined.

I know where I came from now. I saw it. I felt it. I feel complete now that I've met her. It's like I found a part of myself that I never knew I was missing.

I'm sad that she is gone and now I cannot wait to make plans for when we can do it again.

I skipped the whole middle part of the story, but I had to get this down before I forgot anything.

It was perfect.

Fresh Start.

2011-09-23T10:00:00.000-05:00

Well, this is my 'first' post. I deleted all my old posts because they were pretty much just fluff and had no substance. I'm going to start over.

Hi, I'm Layne. I'm 25 [26 in November]. I work for a construction company at the front desk. I don't really do much other than open the mail. Oh, and play on Pinterest.

The main reason I want to start over with blogging is because in exactly six days I will meet my birthmother. For the first time. Holy wow.

I want to document this time in my life. I want to go back and tell the story from the beginning when I was first blind sided by an email asking if I was born in S hospital in B city on 11/21/1985. Uh, yeah, I sure was.

So, this is it. My story. Our story. Life.

layne fell.

wow.

Fresh Start.