My Story. Part Two.

PART 2
Let's just subtitle this part OVERWHELMED

Well, what do you say, time for part 2 of "My Story"? I agree! Let's see. Where did I leave off...

Oh yes, that's right, I had just sent the email that would most assuredly spin my life off into a very new and exciting direction. Pressing 'send' on that note to my Aunt Patsy created a feeling that I will never be able to explain. It was something along the lines of fear and nerves, along with excitement and anticipation. But, no matter how I was feeling, I did it. I hit send, and there went the email. WOW!!

I later found out that my Aunt Patsy opened her Facebook the next day, only to think.. "Who in the world is this Lauren girl?!" I was a stranger, and little did she realize that I was her long lost niece. The one she helped place for adoption 18 years ago. Her first instinct was, of course, to hit 'delete' and think nothing more of it, however, something prompted her to stop in her tracks and to open it. She later accounts that she read "My name is Lauren Jayne Loock, and I was born April 19, 1993," and immediately became emotional. I can't exclaim how happy I am that something told her to open up that email, because it opened up a huge chapter in my life.  I didn't have to wait long for a response, because that evening, much to my surprise, while I was practicing 'I Got You Babe' with my best friend Jeremy,  my iPod chimed. I had gotten a new email on Facebook. I had gotten a new email from my Aunt. 

It started out a little something like this,

     "Oh my dear Lauren, my prayers have so been answered. My mother would give her ALL to see her beautiful granddaughter."

     

My heart was racing. 

She then continued on to say that she would tell me all that I wanted to know, and that there was a lot to tell. She also assured me that giving me away was one of the hardest things they'd ever faced as a family. After telling me that she, too, was here in Utah, she told me that she would often look for girls around my age. Looking for the LeBlanc look. Weird to think that out in this big, big world were a whole bunch of people that, well, looked similar to me. That puzzle called ' The Life Of Lauren ' just kept on coming together. The emotion I felt while reading this email exploded within me as I read the final words: 

"Can't wait to meet you, see you, hug you!
Your Aunt,
Patsy"

Can't wait to MEET you. SEE you. HUG you. Those words have rang through my dreams time and time again. Going into this hunt for my birth-parents, I had prepared for the worst. I understood that, whatever the reason was for giving me up, was probably a hard story to recall. Maybe a story better left untold. I had prepared myself to be turned away. So to see such uplifting words. Such care. Such LOVE from a person who i'd never met before. A person who has never met ME before... I was speechless.

HELLLOOOOO!!!! Can you IMAGINE what I was feeling. Excited. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Scared. Hungry. Happy. Worried. Loved. Smiley...? Haha! But you get the point. I was OVERWHELMED. But it was a good overwhelmed. Never in a million years did I think this day would ACTUALLY come. I was connecting with my biological family. MY. BIOLOGICAL. FAMILY.

So Patsy and I continued to email back and forth for a few days. You couldn't ask for a nicer person to converse with. She was so helpful! She spoke of my 'new' family, and introduced me to their personalities. She let me know that my father, Blair, thought of me often. That, not even a week ago, he had called his mother saying, 

"Mom. She turns 18 this month. Do you think she'll want to know me?" 

(I can feel the emotion overtake me yet again as I relive this experience.) So there I was. Feeding on every ounce of information she gave me. I was a madrigal, Blair was a musician himself. I had curly, curly hair... so did he. I have these funny looking ears, well guess who else has the exact same ones :) Friends, family, whoever is reading my blog right now.... this was a dream come true. 

After I gave her the 'OK', she was on the phone with her mom, my GRANDMOTHER, telling her the news. I was in AP Government and Politics when my iPod went off again. I couldn't see who was emailing me, but let me tell you, I KNEW! The next couple minutes went something like this:

"Mr. Green!! Can I go to the bathroom?" RACE out of the classroom before I even hear a response. Here I am, dashing down the halls at Viewmont High School, and running to the computer lab where there was who knows what class. I didn't care. I booted someone off their computer, pulled up FB, and I saw these words, 

"News travels like wildfire!

Well Lauren - I just spoke with my Mom and now...the news is hot in Nova Scotia. "  

For those of you who don't know, THIS is Nova Scotia. It's the very Eastern part of Canada. 

She was right. After a very teary-eyed Lauren reluctantly went back to AP gov, I later arrived home where I was BOMBARDED with requests from all my Canadian cousins wanting to meet me! Yes, you all even have your own group within my Facebook page. I spoke with a few of them individually getting to know their personalities. I loved it. However, the person I really wanted to talk to was, of course, Blair. My Biological Father. 

You wouldn't believe how much patsy and I emailed back and forth in such a short amount of time. I was learning so much of my 'new' family, while, in the meantime keeping my family here at home informed and apart of it all. Well, one Saturday I got a message from Patsy. With Blair's number. She told me that he has been a mess of emotions since he found out about me, and even went to the extent of printing off my picture and showing it off to random strangers. It was time to call and talk to him. She told me to wait till I was ready, which, well was right then and there. 

So I picked up my phone. I dialed his number. And I held my breath....





Sorry guys! Another cliff hanger. It's 12:57 AM, and I can't keep my eyes open. I promise part 3 tomorrow. It's a long story.. but a great one! AND we haven't even gotten to finding my birth-mom yet! ;)