Still Looking

I read your post and thought how very much it sounded like the thoughts I have every day. I too wixh to find my son and have never stopped loving him, It has been since 1968. He was born in Philadelphia. 36 years ago. I woinder everyday, what his life was like without me and did he even know I existed.

If I could see my son, I would tell him why it was best for him to live with and be loved by another mom. I would tell him how I got to hold him for only a few minutes and how the scent of him is with me still today. I would tell him how cute and tiny he was and I would marvel at the man he has become. I would tell him about his two brothers and sister and about the grandparents he never met. I would tell him how sorry I am that he never knew or if he did know, how sorry I was that i could not find him. Most of all, I wopuuld tell him that I never stopped thinking about him or worrying about him. And I never ever stopped loving him.

Did you name your son. Was it Nov,3,1968 that he was born? Do you think he could have blonde hair and blue eyes?

No, he was born July 4th. He could have had blond hair, his father was very light, I on the other hand, am Italian w/dark hair.