Remember your first love? Of course you do. Who can forget the first person to melt your heart and make you really fall for them? I crossed paths with my first love in the the 6th or 7th grade. Yeah, I know that’s young maybe, but….I confess to having liked boys alot early on.

However, my first love and I have been dancing in and out of each other’s lives ever since we met. Do you have a hard time remembering the face of your first love? Not me, but then I can look at pictures of our son and instantly my vision of him is refreshed. Our son is the spitting image of his father – his birth father that is.

From the 7th grade to the 9th, we hung around together a lot. We were really smitten with each other. Sex was not a part of our relationship at that early age. At the end of the 9th grade, he broke up with me.

Throughout our lives, a pattern developed and has continued. Fate kept throwing us back together, and each time it did, the attraction was still there. The second time we reconnected was the year that I turned 21 years old. Our son was conceived during our second reconnection. Before our son was born, we broke up again and I moved to the other coast.

Many years later, my first love searched for me. He wanted to know what had happened to me and our son. Not until then did he find out about our son’s adoption during a ski trip to Utah that he had invited to take with him. I told him the story, cried on his shoulder and he comforted me. We discovered that we still cared about each other deeply. For awhile, we stayed in touch, took one more ski trip together and then broke up a second time.

When my son was 32 years old, he found me. On my first visit to meet with my son after reunion, I took my high school annual with me. The only picture I had left of his birth dad was in our annual, so I took it so that I could show it to our son.

They have not met yet, my son and his birth dad. Although they have exchanged a letter or two, they have had no other contact.