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Proof I'm Not Adopted

In my family, I am the youngest of three. For most of my life, I have asserted (jokingly) that I was adopted. You see, when older sister was born, there were many photos and even 8mm films documenting her entrance to this world. When older brother was born, there were plenty of photos (but no movies, mind you) to account for his coming into being. As for me, there is a single lone baby picture. I have long since speculated the photo accompanied me in the basket that was abandoned on the doorstep to the Crosby household way back when. Thankfully, they took me in.

 

Last Sunday, my family - father, sister and brother plus others – were here to observe my 50th birthday (early; it was actually yesterday). Dad and Deric flew in town; my sister Lyn lives in Springfield, just down the highway from us, in the house our family moved into in 1966. She and her husband are preparing to sell their home and move out to Loudoun County. While rummaging through things in her basement, she found some papers which became one of my favorite presents.

 

A baby birth book, complete with a Record of Birth certificate (that was signed, but not filled out) which had inky footprints of a newborn. There’s no denying those were my feet! Also, there are many copies of a Navy SPEED Letter, a communiqué which announced my birth:

 

IN COMMISSION 1425 R 30 MAY 1958 X DAVID MALCOLM CROSBY X NORFOLK GENERAL HOSPITAL X RECOGNITION FEATURES CMM LENGTH 20 INCHES CMM DISPLACEMENT 7 POUNDS CMM HAIR BLOND CMM EYES BLUE CMM LOUD WAIL X SPONSORS MARGARET E PAREN MICKEY PARFIN AND DERRILL P PAREN BING PAREN CROSBY X MOTHER AND SON BOTH WELL

 

I treasure this for what it represents, and make two observations: First, note the terminology of the U.S. Navy such as “In Commission”, “Recognition Features”, “Displacement” and the names of my parents as "Sponsors". I love that my weight is recorded as “displacement”, that nautical way of determining weight by the volume of fluid which spills over from floating or submerging an object. Also, the Navy recorded my middle name with two “L’s” whereas my Mother spelled it with one to be “different and unique”. Hence, it is Malcom.

 

So, proof comes forth from the Crosby archives. I’m not adopted. I was born a Crosby. Yes, I knew that already (I do have a copy of my birth certificate). But until now, I had little else to show for it. I am proud to be a Crosby by birth. I love my family dearly - all of them, near, far, and in the heavenly realm. I am indeed quite thankful and very much blessed.