Iwas lucky to have entered a loving family upon my arrival to Planet Earth. I did not get to choose the humans that were tasked with leading me, but I was indeed lucky to have been given loving ones. I am the middle child of three, book-ended by an older sister and a younger brother. I am probably quite true to the birth order characteristics of a middle child by some theorists. I like people to get along. I am social. I am independent, and obstinate. The love of my life sometimes calls me stubborn. I admit, I can be strong willed. My parents often said I would make myself late for school when I was getting dressed because I’d say, “I do it,” before I could actually “do it.” This was a theme in my life, thinking I could do something before I was probably prepared to do it. Regardless, my childhood was packed with many great memories that make me smile upon reflection. Interestingly, my family tree is quite complicated. There are branches with names that have no biological ties to me, and branches that seem to have grown out of nowhere, but there is a deeply solid root system at the base of my family tree. My maternal grandparents were married for almost 60 years, but my grandfather was not my biological grandfather. My paternal grandparents were married for many years as well, but again, this grandfather was not my bio grandfather. They had no DNA that matched mine, but they were my grandfathers, nonetheless. With this fact, I discovered that we had a family history of divorce. I unconsciously followed suit and added to this family statistic. Fortunately, I was blessed with a beautiful son, and he is one of the greatest gifts of my life. He is now 22 years old. I have also found the man of my dreams that I love deeper and wider than all the Grand Canyons combined. I am lucky. Very lucky. I know this.