I had moral support. My husband had seen the envelope in our important papers binder as he was searching for information. He exclaimed, "You haven't sent this yet?!" I told him I was just looking for a good time to take it and to make sure we had enough money to pay for the postage. I knew I wanted to send it with a return receipt. That's what working in a law firm so many years gets you. You know about return receipts. My husband gave me three dollars to mail it.
We had errands to run. I brought it with us as we headed out to do our errands. We ran to a couple of places. It was sitting in our van. We met two friends for lunch. It was sitting on the middle console of our van while we visited and ate Mexican food. I dropped my husband off at home and my friend hopped in my husband's place in my car. We drove to the post office.
I walked in and grabbed that green return receipt card and attempted to fill it out. There was no pen. I walked into through the glass doors to the main postal room. There was a pen on the first table I came to. It did not work. I attempted one more time and the pen on the next table worked. I then walked up to the postal lady and gave her my letter. She pulled out the items she would need to prepare my letter to be sent. It was like being in a hospital room as they prepare for drawing blood. This paper and that paper and this stamp and this sticker. All the tools laid on her table ready for surgery.
I looked over everything and realized I had forgotten one step. I totally forgot that it would need to be sent CERTIFIED MAIL. Return receipt cards are always sent this way. I knew that would cost a little more. Thank goodness for a debit card to pay for the three more dollars and eleven cents.
I took a picture when the postal lady stepped away from her table. She walked back when I was in the middle of the picture. She stated that a lot of people do that. I then explained why I was doing it. For a memory. I then briefly explained my situation. After hearing what I said she explained that she had a similar situation. But that she understood why her mother had never attempted to because her family had given her up. She did wish me luck.
But it's funny to me that so far the people that I've come across on this journey all have their own experiences in adoption and seeking a birth family. I just hope my journey has a happy ending that leads to a happy beginning.
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