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.
My beautiful family was created through adoption - my older brother was adopted from South Korea, and I was adopted right here in the state of Arkansas. We have both learned about true love through our adoption stories, even though they are quite different. Without God's grace, I wouldn't be here to tell my story of how it all came full circle to reuniting with my biological family, almost 20 years later.