Sparkling Escapades Abroad with the Fairy Bra Mother

Today is my Gotcha Day.

Fifty-six years ago, I was placed into the loving arms of Herb and Jean Ensz. That tiny, fragile baby became their daughter—and big sister to my baby brother, Sheldon Ensz. What a journey it’s been.

Gotcha Day always brings a swirl of emotions. Gratitude and joy… but also questions and what-ifs. I’ve wondered what it might’ve been like to grow up with my biological siblings, to know my roots from the beginning. There’s a soft ache for what I missed—yet an overflowing thankfulness for what I gained.

I’ve always known I was adopted. My parents never hid that from me, and I’m so glad they didn’t. Recently, someone asked me if I wish I’d had an open adoption. And truthfully? I’m not sure. Maybe it was a gift that decision wasn’t mine. Would I have felt torn? Would I have longed for a different life? I’ll never know. But what I do know is this: all three of my families—adoptive, biological, and in-laws—have welcomed and loved me just as I am.

As I got older, I longed to know more about where I came from. I hoped to learn who I looked like, acted like, or shared a laugh with. But I never expected to find siblings. The day I learned I had a full sister was overwhelming in the best way. And over time, I discovered five more sisters and two brothers—so far! There are still some mysteries on my biological dad’s side, and I’m okay with that. The journey continues.

I’m so thankful for my aunts, uncles, and cousins from both the Ensz and Haynes families. And the friends I’ve made along the way, from all the places I’ve lived… they’ve added color and joy to my life in ways I could never have imagined.

If I hadn’t been adopted, I wouldn’t have met my husband. I wouldn’t have had my two wonderful children or become a grandma to my precious grandson.

So today, I celebrate not just being chosen—but being woven into something greater. A life full of love, mystery, laughter, pain, and purpose.

Thank you for being part of my story. I believe, with every bit of my heart, that God knew exactly what He was doing when He brought me into this world and placed me right where I needed to be.

“Family is not defined by our genes, it is built and maintained through love.”
— Amara Nwosu