Adopted and Grateful: Redefining Family
Gratitude and grief can live in the same heart. For Alexander, adoption brought both. But through it all, he’s never questioned whether he was loved.
Loving Parents Who Chose You
“I was the first adopted kid in the family,” he said. That didn’t make him less than. It just made his story different.
His parents chose him. Raised him. Called him theirs. And they did it with open hearts.
“I never felt unloved,” Alexander said. “They were my parents.”
The Sibling Bonds That Held Strong
With six siblings around, Alexander was never alone. One of his sisters was adopted too. That connection mattered.
“She and I were close. We understood each other a little differently,” he said.
But love wasn’t divided by bloodlines in his house. It was built into the fabric of daily life.
Why Gratitude Doesn’t Cancel Out Grief
Gratitude didn’t erase Alexander’s questions. It didn’t quiet every ache.
You can be thankful and still wonder,” he said. “Still wish you knew more.”
That duality is something he’s learned to carry. It doesn’t make his love for his adoptive family any less real. It just means his story has more layers.
Choosing to See the Good and the Hard Together
There’s no need to tie adoption up in a neat bow. Alexander isn’t interested in that.
“This was my life,” he said. “It has good moments and hard ones. But I wouldn’t trade it.”
He’s grateful for his parents. For his siblings. For his wife. For the life he’s built.
And yes, he still wishes he had some answers.
But mostly, he’s just thankful to have a family to come home to. And he always has.
