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 my adoption story and delivering birth mother baskets. After 14 years, and a thousand plus baskets later, I turned the non-profit over to new hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I put a lot of effort into trying to fill this hole in my heart, where my little butterfly once was. The hole was always there, tainting every positive thing in my life. I could be joyful, but with a tinge of emptiness. Grief followed me everywhere I went. Every year on her birthday, every Mother\u2019s Day, every holiday, every moment that passed I felt her absence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been fortunate to have three children, since placing my baby girl for adoption. Who I am today, has everything to do with being a birth mother\u2014I love deeper, I appreciate more, and I never take a moment for granted. Living the majority of my life with grief on my back has not been easy. Teaching my children about their sister, who does not live with us, has not been easy. Learning to live without my little butterfly, has not been easy; and yet this is the only life I know. I started to find more peace in my life once I accepted the hole in my heart, where my little butterfly belongs and stopped trying to fill it with something or someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My goal has always been to become someone my little butterfly could be proud of. I wanted her to have a desire to meet me, to know who I am, to know my family. I felt I had to become my best self for this to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Mom, that girl standing in the hallway, wearing a Brigham Young University (BYU) sweatshirt, looks just like your little butterfly.\u2019 My daughter, Evie (then 13 years old), was in the middle of a dress rehearsal at a local mall. All three of my children, at some point, would point out my little butterfly. We would see her waiting at the bus stop, driving in the car next to us, or the grocery store. She was very much a part of our lives and Evie had a picture of her in her room. We celebrated my little butterflies\u2019 birthday every year with a cake. As I turned to see this mysterious look-alike, I paused and thought about her being in a BYU sweatshirt. I was aware of her desire to attend law school, possibly at BYU, and for the first time, as I turned to look, I thought to myself\u2014 could it be her, after all of this time?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t see my little butterfly when I turned around; I saw her adoptive father! He raised his hands in disbelief. She was there, and I was there, and the only thing between us was a door and the hallway of the mall. As I placed my hands on the doorknob, I stopped- I can\u2019t walk out there<\/em>, I thought. What if she doesn\u2019t want to see me? <\/em>In that short time, her adoptive father had pulled her aside and said, \u2018Your birth mother is in that room. Would you like to meet her?\u2019 I looked out the storefront window, and I saw him motion for me to come out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took two steps into the hallway before I was standing face to face with my little butterfly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reached out and grabbed her without hesitation and pulled her into my chest. My arms tightly wrapped around her tiny body. Her oversize BYU sweatshirt engulfed her and so did I. My left hand tight around her waist my right hand resting on her silky, light brown hair. There was no space between us, not thousands of miles, or legal papers saying I could not hold onto her. My baby was now an exquisite young lady right before my very eyes, right back in my arms once again, seventeen years later. Every pore in my body combined with hers, at that moment\u2014we were as one. We were connected, as we had always been, all of these years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Woman
Courtesy Gina Crotts<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

That seemingly unfillable hole that had unknowingly prompted every decision early in my life, and that I had accepted as a constant heartache for over a decade was instantly spilling out unconditional love all around me. I was whole! For the first time I realized what a wonderful decision I had made. She was alive, she was happy, she was sitting here with me now, and all I could think about was how I created her. Had I never found the courage to go through with the pregnancy, had I chosen to get an abortion and let her and all of it disappear as if nothing happened, she wouldn\u2019t be sitting here next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We spent the next year getting to know each other via text. Our relationship has evolved slowly, and I have allowed her to decide how much contact she desires, at this time. My heart is filled to the brim with love, pride, and gratitude for my little butterfly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I guess I will be seeing you on Tuesday.\u2019 <\/em>The text pinged my phone, from my little butterfly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I messaged back, as quickly as my fingers could type. \u2018You will be?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had four days to prepare for her arrival. She was ready to meet my husband, my children, and my entire extended family, two days before Thanksgiving. It had been a year since I saw her for the first time, and our time together was too short. This time she would be coming to my home and meeting everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The abundance of love exploded in my body, as she entered through the front door. The excitement and anticipation from my family, waiting behind me, could not be more fitting of my entire adoption journey, they have always been supportively behind me with their loving gestures and words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wrapped my arms around her familiar body, as I had done once before, and pulled her into me and allowed the light to flow between us. When I looked into her eyes, I saw my eyes. When I heard her laugh, I heard an echo. Watching her smile and laugh in the space that I call home felt nothing less than surreal. She was home, and a part of her is my home, we together as one are home. My door will forever be open to her, to her family, to her parents who have guided her, raised her, loved her to become an amazing, grounded, young lady! No gratitude is large enough to give to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Woman
Courtesy Gina Crotts<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The treasured sound of all of my children, together, laughing and getting to know one another is a gift I never thought I would be given. No other gift could be as sweet for a mother. I have never felt such completeness as I did watching my little butterfly talking with my parents, my husband, my in-laws, my sister, and my nieces and nephews. I don\u2019t know where our story will take us next, as I could never have predicted such a beautiful moment as this. I do know this- I could never appreciate the light without experiencing such darkness. For the first time in my life, I can say my heart is whole!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Mother<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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