<h1 class="entry-title"><font size="5">Happy National Adoption Day Hop! November 17, 2012</font></h1>

Everyone has a story to tell and Journeys of The Zoo has shared a few about adoption.

Recently, I connected with Britt from Yellow Umbrella because my friend is raising money for adoption and she wanted to help.

We got to talking and it turns out that we're both adopted and guess what...

Today is National Adoption Day!

In honour of that, we decided to host a blog hop that would allow others to share their experiences and know that they are not alone. Some of them may have happy endings and others not. Please take the time to visit the blogs listed in the linky at the bottom of this post and show them your support.

My story for today is about Acceptance.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My parents were given 48-hours notice that I would be coming home.

As first-time parents, to say that they were not prepared would be an understatement. Did I mention that they were told on a Friday evening and those were the days when you couldn't shop on Sunday's.

Once I'd arrived, they called My Nanna and Grandad (Nanna's parents) to tell them the good news and invite them over for my first visit.

My parents couldn't contain their excitement. Surely my grandparents were as happy as them, right?

While they knew about my parents application for adoption, My Nanna was surprized that she'd been given so little notice. In not so many words, she wasn't ready for me yet. The jury is still out on whether she ever would have been ready.

Then, there was a mutiny of sorts.

My Nanna would have nothing to do with this "child from another planet". Seeing as she wore the pants in the household, neither would my Grandad said She.

And that was that.

So what happened next was truly amazing.

My Grandad walked to the door, put on his coat and told her he'd be waiting out in the car because he was "going to see me with or without her".

And that was that.

He waited.

A few minutes later, My Nanna came outside and got in the car.

Not a word was spoken. An unbelieveable feat for the ladies in my family, thankfully it was only a 10 minute drive.

When my Grandparents walked into the room, I turned my head, pushed myself up (I was five months old) and gave them the biggest smile. EVER!

What she thought would be an "alien being" was the cutest thing they had ever seen and they were in love.

And that was that.

I'd like to think that from that moment on I was My Nanna's favourite. She definitely had them. Except for those two years at Christmas when I was "The IT". I'll really need to tell you about it sometime.

  Besos, The Zoo