I always assume everyone knows so I don't talk about it much, but I was (kind of) adopted when I was 9 years old. My Dad died in a car accident when I was 2 and my Mom died of cancer when I was 9. I moved in with a family that we knew from church and they became my legal guardians. In short, I had a pretty tumultuous childhood and adolescence and I'm so glad that as I get older the effects of that become less and less so I can actually be a normal human being and enjoy life. (I'm totally fine with giving the long version of this story, just not right now cause it's way tooooooo late).
That being said, I have very little blood-related family. It's actually such a complicated story, but my birth Mom was also adopted so I have just one connection to my bloodline from that side. The family from my Dad's side lived all the way on the other side of the States and while I had some contact with them when I was little, after my Mom died that contact became less and less. I do remember meeting my Grandma from my Dad's side when I was like 4 years old. One of my aunts came along too and she brought her pet ferret. The ferret was playing outside and decided to take a ride down my little slide, and as it was going down it started to poop... I've never forgotten the horror of that moment (Kathy if you're reading this, I forgive you AND I still love you hahaha).
Up until 2014, I had only seen my Grandma from my Dad's side that one time. Last time we were here on furlough we were able to go visit her and meet other aunts and uncles and it was amazing. She's full-blooded German... she married an American soldier during the war, moved here when she was 18 and has never gone back. But she's seriously amazing, and if you tease me she'll totally kick your butt, so watch out.
Anyways, I really wanted to see her again during this furlough, but it didn't seem like it would be possible. One day during church I got a message that I needed to call my Grandma because she was coming to Washington and wanted to see us... whaaaat??! Turns out that she is traveling around with my Aunt who is a truck driver (the same Aunt who had the ferret) and they got a job to drive a load up to Washington State! So we drove to the truck stop they were going to stay for the night and spent some time with them. I loved it. And I'm so so happy that it worked out that way. For me it was a wink from God, like "I know your desires... surprise!"