I honestly couldn't have handpicked better parents. My mother gave me a female role model that made me who I am today and who I still strive to be. A strong, hard-working woman who does things for herself. My father was the most fun, hilarious and wonderful man I've ever known. I saw the opposite side of the spectrum through him. Because of him I understand the importance of enjoying life and living it to the fullest.
Growing up if I was treated differently because I was adopted, it was in the sense that I was even more loved than other children. I grew up with doting parents who didn't just raise me as their own, but made me their own right from the beginning. I found out at a young age that I wasn't their biological child, I think around 5 years old, but even then it didn't make a difference. My mother was prepared with a little book called, "The Chosen Baby" and read it to me to help me understand what "adopted" meant. It was very clear to me. I was picked out. I was wanted more than any other child and it had been that way before they even knew me, my parents jumped through hoops to have me and protect me. I was special.
So for my first Thanksgiving post I am going to be thankful for my family and for adoption.