GSWC- Day 10

Woohoo!

I finally caught up to where I am supposed to be today. The down-side? I still feel like crap. My head ache is getting worse and I feel like I got a lot of ick in my lungs. Sooo not fun! But still I press on- to day 10!

Alright... the challenge for today is to write about a sweet moment. So last week was about a happy moment and now it is about a sweet moment. Honestly, I am not entirely sure that I know what the difference is between the two, but I will try.

When I think of what a sweet moment is, I honestly think about a lot of things. I think about time spent with my parents, my brother...my boyfriend. However, the thought that came to mind for me about this prompt is one that is sweet, a little sad, and deeply personal. 

As a young child, I went through a lot of difficult times- things that lead to me being taken away from my family and placed into the family that I have now, with parents that I love in spite of the many differences that we have and with a brother who I love, in spite of all of the bad choices that he has made. I'm not going to go into the details about what lead to all of this- like I said, it's personal. However, my sweet memory has to do with my background, thus I have to establish it somehow.

Anyways, my sweet memory is about my Oma (grandmother), and a letter that she wrote to me when I was first adopted. I still have it in a box in my room. Write now as I type this, I don't remember it word for word, but I do remember the meaning behind it. The letter that it wrote spoke of how God put me into my parents lives for a reason, how they had come into my life for a reason. It went on to say that even though she personal hadn't yet met me, she loved me, had prayed for me and that she was someone that I could always turn to if I ever needed her. She has always been true to her word since. She has been someone that I can talk to and someone that I feel comfortable and safe around. I love my Oma and I am so grateful for the unconditional love that she has shown me, and I always will be.

So yeah, that's my sweet memory. It really means a lot to me thinking about it. And I do remember it bringing tears to my eyes when I first read it. I had gone through a lot as a child and didn't understand how someone could be like this. My Oma is an amazing person and I'm grateful to have her in my life.

-Lizzy