Robyn, reunited:
adoption, family, and learning how to fly
I got out my laptop and sat on a barstool in my kitchen, browsing Facebook and practicing the best self-control I could. I have a little brother. I typed in his name and a profile appeared of a teenager from my hometown. Not just from my hometown, but from my high school. I clicked on his page, and my jaw dropped
My biological dad looked eerily similar to the way he looked in a dream I had as a child. He was tall with whispy strawberry blonde hair. His skin had a pink tint to it. He wore dark wash jeans that fit him well, with a light blue button down shirt and flip-flops.
I’m the girl with three fathers. This father’s day is a first, as I get to celebrate my dad, my biological father, and now my father-in-law. I am blessed to be surrounded by men who set such a wonderful example of what it means to be selfless, what it means to be true to yourself, and what it means to follow Jesus. This Father's Day, I have the privilege of honoring all three of these men who have loved me fiercely and taught me so much.
