12 years.

Being adopted.

It has been 12 years and 13 days since I was adopted. December 6th, 2001 went down in history as the day I became an Alverson. 3 short days later I was sealed in the Bellevue, Washington temple to my new parents so that we could be a family for time and all eternity.

Before I start I want my readers to know this is a huge deal opening up to the public like this. I have always enjoyed writing; I feel like I can express myself better this way and get everything I'm feeling out in the open but it hasn't been until recently that I've discovered just how much I love it. I’ve never been good at expressing the way I feel with words but when I write them down it just makes sense. With that being said I have come to the conclusion that if I ever want to go anywhere with it, whether its journalism or publishing I have to dig deeper and say the words I have left unspoken. I’m not shooting for perfection, I’m still a freshman remember? I have so much to learn but I have to start somewhere.

With that being said, lets begin...

I was taken away from the people that brought me into this world and we will leave it at that k? At least for now. I met Cyndee and Dave when I was 7 years old, smiled with those cute little dimples I have and they couldn't help but keep me. Oh and Rudy, can't forget him! But I'm gonna take the credit on this one... my adorable curly hair and glowing personality sealed the deal I'm sure of it! We met in January and were adopted later on that year and its been history in the making ever since.

Here is the thing about Rudy and I; We are closer than your average set of brothers and sisters because of everything we have been through, together. He is the one person I have known on this earth the longest and the only person in my life that shares the same DNA as me. That's a weird concept to grasp I know, and I'm aware that being adopted isn't the most unique situation either but our story is different because we always had each other. People are almost always surprised when they ask if he's my biological brother and my response is yes. Then the sentence that follows is usually along the lines of, "Oh my you two are so lucky, that is very rare that siblings are adopted together." So I guess you could say we were blessed. Not only that but our age made it so the odds were against us. People want baby's, not obnoxious little kids that talk back. But somehow, someway we found two loving people that adored us so much they wanted us as their own.

I'm fortunate to have been dealt the cards I have been given because everything I've been through has shaped who I am. When I was younger someone once told me a story that was probably just to make me feel better at the time, like I was some kind of fragile toy that had been broken after everything that happened. But I remember her telling me that when Rudy and I were in heaven, God asked for volunteers to have the parents we did, knowing the trials we would face later on and all the struggles that would come with it and that we had chose this life we were given. I don't think she told me that story with the intention of me living my life by those words, but I do. I like to think my story could have an impact on someone else, for the better. That this idea we have in our heads that life is hard and not worth it is silenced. Everyone has been through something that has changed them, that makes them question everything they thought was  once true and it sucks but you gotta get right back up and push back. Fight for your happiness because nobody else will.


I use to wish I had a "normal" life but as I got older I realized there is no such thing as normal. I am different than your typical 21 year old, sure. But being adopted, and having the biological parents I did made me work that much harder to be the person I am today. I have never once touched a drug and I know I have them to thank for that. I made that decision not only for my well-being but because I saw first hand the power one chemical had over someone. I have this drive in me that makes it so I accomplish the things I want to accomplish and shoot for perfection. I haven't decided when I want to meet my biological parents yet, but I know when I do I will thank them for screwing up their lives so I could strive to be better than they were. I want to show them all my accomplishments not only so they are proud of the women I've become but also to prove that I didn't need them in my life, that I took everything they had done to me and turned it into a strength. Like I said, I am who I am because of the things I have been through. I wouldn't change a thing.

 We were so cuuuuute.