Baby Steps

a couple weeks ago i was talking to the adorable one's older sister and she mentioned talking to their biological father on a regular basis, which came as a real surprise to me. the adorable one's biological father left when he was four and he [the adorable one] doesn't remember him at all. thankfully, the adorable one's step-father is a great guy and did a superb job raising the adorable one. in fact, we consider "p" his real father and always refer to him as such.

the adorable one has quite the mixed heritage--he's part black irish, part german, part russian, part cajun, and i think either cherokee or cheyenne. in my family (we hail from russia and poland, and according to my dad, we are part of the levite tribe), knowing your roots is extremely important.

so when the adorable one's older sister mentioned that she talks with their biological father on a regular basis and that he is curious about the adorable one, i requested the father's mailing address. and i've penned a letter to him, which will go out in tomorrow's mail. i could say that i'm not sure why i'm doing this, but i know better.

the truth is, i want the adorable one to at least meet his father and see what he's like. there is no doubt that "p" raised the adorable one. but i still want him to have some kind of connection to where he came from, to his roots, to the man who is responsible for part of his dna.

don't know or really even expect that we get a letter in return, but there's a big part of that hopes we do.