I'm Glad I Was Adopted

I was adopted as a newborn.. my birth parents.. who knew.. and seriously I don't care to know.
The couple who adopted me had 2 natural sons that both died of Leukemia, one at age 8 and the other at 15.. very sad.. :(  They adopted 2 children before the boys died.  A few years later, my dad was walking down the street and met the family doctor.. they chatted and dad agreed to something.
A couple weeks later while getting ready for a New Years openhouse, my dad got a phone call saying 'that package is ready'.. so leaving mom to fend for the party..not telling her a word, he left and returned a couple hours later, ringing the doorbell.. The house was full and lively, Mom answered the door and there was Dad with me in his arms, 5 days old.. Mom didn't have any idea what dad had planned.. Not a bit of baby furniture or diaper in the house, I was told I slept in a drawer they removed from a dresser for a couple days til the stores opened up.. Now that must of been interesting.. :)
They were the best parents I could of asked for. Sorry to say they are both gone now, Mom was 45 and Dad 47 when they brought me home.. and I'm 47 now and couldn't imagine a newborn at this age~!!