My birthday was yesterday...

and I sit here and wonder if you remember me. I turned 28...I had cake and ice cream, my phone rang off the wall with friends and my a-family calling all day. I wanted to hear from you, but I knew I wouldn't. I doubt that you know I'm looking for you. Friday is the 28th anniversary of the last day you saw me. I've been raised to call it my "Chosen day" but as I get older, my birthdays are more bittersweet. I'm happy I have a family to share it with, but sad because I can't share it with you. You were born in 1959 (according to the information that I have), and had a little brother and sister. I have a picture of you...we could be twins. Please know that I got the letter you wrote to my a-parents, and I understand why you placed me. I'm not angry, I just wish I could know you. I don't know your first name, but I know your maiden last name...and I don't even know where you come from. You brought me into this world in Wichita Kansas though, so I'm left to assume that you didn't live too far away from there at one point. I want someone to know that you are a grandma of two beautiful kids. One knows I'm adopted and thinks it would be "way cool" to meet you. The other one is too little to even say her name at this point. I have a very supportive husband, but he is like me, he doesn't know where to start looking for you. I know this is all a rather feeble attempt to find you, but we have limited resources. I don't even know if you want to meet me, at one point you said that you have to "put this whole episode out of my mind" If you are a birth mom and are reading this, thinking this could be you...know that I love you, that I'd love to hear from you, and my little family wouldn't want you to hesitate to get in touch with me. Love you forever, JoDee Ann (the name you wanted me to have)