my start.

so let's go back to the very beginning. the beginning of my life.

i was born september 27th, 1989. my parents separated shortly into my mom's pregnancy, and thus, on my birthday my dad was not there to hold my mom's hand. he was not there for those first moments of my life. he did come to the hospital, whether it was that day or the day after, the details are fuzzy.

i don't think my birth was a happy time. of course, they (my mom and dad), were both happy i was alive. but in their lives, it was a period of adjusting, and i think a baby makes that more difficult. i can say this, with some certainty, because there are no pictures of me as a young baby. that was not a picture taking time.

moving on, i was born and brought home. a home with my mom and my older sister, megan. megan is five years older than me, and my only full blood sibling. she was the wild child growing up, but that's another post for another day.

so, it was my mom, sister and i. that was my very beginning. a beginning, like all others, that is not of my own memory.

as i grew into a toddler and child, i was introduced to the rest of my family. my dad remarried when i was about three years old. i gained my step mom, suzanne, as well as my three step siblings, becca, mike and jenny.

and as i grew a little older, my step dad, mark, came into our lives. him and my mom got married when i was five. and my half brother, andrew, was born a little over a year after that.

by the time i was six, my whole family had arrived in my life. this crazy, large, confusing family tree of mine is home. together and separately, we all get along. we all laugh together and truly enjoy each others company.

that is the start of my life, the family i was born into.