Adoption Story Sunday {Pt. 1}

Happy Sunday my caffeinated beauties! I hope you are all having fabulous weekends. 

 Being around so much family the past few weeks got me thinking about how lucky I am to have the family that I do. Everyone says that they have the best family or that they are so lucky to have the family that they do but, I really am lucky though because my family isn't exactly 'traditional' was chosen! 

Hi. My name is Sarah and I am adopted. 

Yep, that's right! At three days of age, I was adopted by the two most wonderful human beings on the planet, my mom and dad. My parents chose to adopt for a variety of reasons, most of which are not my place to put on the internet but the most important one is that they felt like something was missing from their hearts. 

I was born on August 14, 1991 in Memphis, Tennessee. When I was born, my name was Ashten Marie. That was quickly changed three days later on August 17, 1991 when Paul and Cheryl became my legal guardians parents. It was a pretty quick open and shut process. From the moment I first laid eyes on these humans, we were connected. It has been told to me that I never let go of my dads finger. I would grab it with my whole fist and would cry if he had to leave/walk away.

If you couldn't see, you would think that my family 100% blood related the way we fight, love, cry, celebrate, live. Basically, we might as well be blood related. My sister was also adopted but from another set of birth parents. Although we are "technically"  from different bloodlines, we act so much alike it is truly insane. We have had our ups and downs but when you really get down to it, we are always there for each other.

As far as I know, I was put up for adoption because my birth mother was only 15 when she got pregnant with me. She didn't have family. a job. or a home. I look at my life now and think back on all of the amazing experiences I have been given by my parents and I couldn't be more thankful for her being smart enough to realize she would not be able to provide for me in the way that was needed. I can only imagine how hard it must be to decide to give your child up for adoption but I guarantee I have been much better off. 

I, again, think I am very lucky that I have the parents that I do because they both come from a medical background and let me tell you, I have had my fair share of medical problems from almost dying when I was two...thanks pneumonia..., to a broken pcl, heart problems and lots of allergic reactions. #thestruggle but they are just all around genuine caring people. They are two of the most admirable people in the world. 

When I was younger, I was kind of embarrassed about being adopted. I went to a very stereotypical school for the majority of my elementary and middle school career. All the kids were white with white parents so I was the "weird kid" who was "colored" with white parents. If I could write a letter to my younger self, I definitely would kick those feelings to the curb. I could not be any happier or more proud of my silly mixed up family! 


  1. what a wonderful post... love your story! Families come in all shapes and sizes. ps your parents are the cutest :)

  2. Beautiful post!! Love your story!!


  3. Such a lucky girl to have such an amazing family!

  4. I think this is a great post! My cousin is adopted, and she totally feels the same way. Maybe someone younger will read this post and it will be exactly what they needed to hear:)


  5. That is amazing!!! In situations like that, I think that adoption really is the best way to go!!

  6. Cute story about your adoption and your parents sound like amazing people! It's nice to not have a cookie cutter family, don't you think?


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