**Snow Day**

On Thursday a snow storm came through our state. Normally these "snow storms" are really just ice storms but to my surprise, it actually was snow. The good snow too. The kind where you can have a snowball fight and build a snowman. Normally we don't get this type of snow, it's normally really dry and you can't do anything with it.

I really honestly believe that this snow was for me. Probably not just for me, but for me nonetheless. A few weeks ago i was telling my husband that I was starting to relate winter with just cold, nasty weather, and no fun. I have always known winter to be snowboarding, ice skating, sledding, hot chocolate, you know things like that. I have never lived in any other state then this one but for all my life since I was three years old I have been on the mountains every thanksgiving break, Christmas break, and spring break. I got a seasons pass to snowboard because I snowboard so much during the winter. Not just like one or two days, it was weeks. That is all I have ever known, and honestly my heart is breaking because I am afraid I am never going to snowboard again. My husband doesn't ever care to learn how to snowboard which breaks my heart all over again because he doesn't even know how wonderful and amazing it is. Anyway, so I believe God sent me some good snow for me to enjoy. It was truly a blessing to me. I didn't go snowboarding, although I do have my snowboard with me, but I did bust out my snowboarding pants and coat and went out and played with my husband and dog scout.

I know this may sound weird, but I honestly feel the most confident and most beautiful in my snowboarding clothes. I always thought I grew up in the wrong state. I would give everything to move to Colorado and live there, I just got to get my husband to go and see what it is like. All he ever talks about is going fishing, hunting, driving a jeep. He needs to get to Colorado. They have roads there that are just for jeeps; if you aren't driving a jeep then you can't drive on that road. He just knows it's cold there and doesn't want to go. he hasn't ever been there. Not fair if you ask me. :-)

Anyway. I wanted to talk about the title of this blog for a little bit.

I know I told you that someone referred to their child as the adopted one.
I want to tell you why it bothered me so much

I know that I am a wife, a friend, a future mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and many other things. But never once throughout my life did I ever refer to my siblings as my adopted siblings. I mean when I explained my story I did but I always said that my siblings are my real siblings. I do have biological siblings but I don't refer to them as my biological siblings.

I also have attention deficit disorder and almost got held back in the first and fifth grade. I would be devastated if my brother referred to me as the A.D.D. sister or the not so smart sister. Which isn't true by any means, just because I was going to be held back does not mean I wasn't smart. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it wasn't necessary to refer to her child as the adopted child. I feel like she was separating that child out.

I mean my parents have no reason to say my adopted child because we are all adopted but nevertheless, they don't point out that we are adopted either. It's not like they say, "these are our adopted children" because they are ashamed that they couldn't have children of their own.

I'm thankful for those who do adopted don't get me wrong, I just don't think it is right for the parent to separate them out and referring to them as their adopted child will do just that. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I don't want anyone to refer to their child as the adopted one. The middle, the eldest, the youngest are all great ways to refer to which child you are talking about but not the oldest, the youngest, the middle, and the adopted one.

I am sure that this person loves their child dearly, don't get me wrong. She may have meant nothing by it, or even realized how it may have sound to me or someone who is adopted. My heart just went out to all those who may be referred to like this because being adopted is nothing to be ashamed about, but at the same time, I don't think it is something you should be referred as. There is no reason to separate between your biological child from your adopted child, because your biological child can come out looking nothing like you or disliking you with a passion but your adopted child may love you more than anything and look just like you.

You aren't just bonded by blood, you are bonded by love. And Love is all that matters.

God has a plan for all of his children and if you think about it, God adopts us into his family when we ask for forgiveness of our sins and I know he never once would refer to me as his adopted child.

Just something to think about.

The Adopted One