When You Least Expect It

As you can probably tell from my last post, I have been over the waiting.  Months of no news to report. Me feverishly stalking our agency's internal forum to see who has gotten referrals lately.  I pretty much reached a point where I was completely consumed by thinking about the adoption process. And to be honest, this didn't not make me a particularly pleasant human being.  On the morning of October 8, I decided that I simply couldn't go on functioning like that.  I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I wasn't being the wife, mother, friend and employee that I wanted to be.  So on a Monday morning, I decided to let it go.  Knowing full well that God has a very perfect plan in place, I decided that I was going to put the notion of seeing our daughter out of my head. Until Christmas.  That timeline fit with what seemed to be going on around us and I concluded that would be a pretty awesome Christmas present. 

I pulled into my garage the evening of October 8 and it was a beautiful day outside. Madeline scrambled out of the car to climb on her bike and enjoy the favorable weather.  As I was gathering our belongings to empty at the car, I just happened to have my cell phone in my hand when it started ringing.  A blocked number showed up, which normally I would never answer.  I have no idea why I decided to answer that call, other than it was so nice outside and Madeline was entertaining herself, so I figured why not.

It was THE CALL. 

The one where a familiar voice was telling me that she had a baby girl for us. 

Our baby girl.  And I mean a BABY baby.


She rattled off a few details and I'm pretty sure I sounded like a moron on the phone because I was so in shock. 

As soon as we hung up, I hit the pavement, sobbing.  Madeline and my next door neighbor came over to make sure I was ok. 

It took about 20 minutes for Brad to get home and for pictures to be emailed to us.  The whole thing was kind of surreal. 

The minute we saw the thumbnail of her face, we were in love.  Three pictures that have been glued to my side ever since. 

We drove that night to Meijer to get prints made.  Madeline and I were whooping and shouting with joy at the top of our lungs. (Brad managed to maintain some composure.) 

I woke up the next morning convinced it was all a dream.  But her picture still sits on my nightstand. And the bathroom counter. And in my cubicle. And on my computer. And phone. 

There won't be much to report for quite a while.  And we can't put any more specific details on our blog because we are currently going through a legal process over "there."  But if you see us in person, I'm apologizing in advance for shoving pictures of our gorgeous baby girl in your face. 

Time to hurry up and wait some more! But at least we have a beautiful face and name to pray for while we wait.