Okay. I’m going to go ahead and admit that we have no pictures of this amazing and very special day. We were not on the ball. But in some ways it’s perfectly okay, surprises are good.
So let’s start from the beginning. It was a super rainy yucky day. I am fortunate to have time at home with my kids on Fridays, I work at a church so we are allowed some time on Friday to rejuvenate. I declared this particular day a pajama day. Charlotte, Elliott and I were looking our best in bedhead and jammie pants. I had an errand to run, picking up Calvin’s invisline tray, but we were feeling particularly comfortable in our bedroom ware and went to the orthodontist just as we were. Upon our return we retired to the playroom where the kids were occupied with simultaneous magna-doodle doodling and I was venturing into chapter three of The Hunger Games. Yup, it was that kind of day.
At approximately 9:30am Central time my phone began to ring. I casually picked it up and realized it was our agency calling. In a way I knew this was it but I quickly talked myself down and even waited until the last ring to answer. “K” started by saying she had received my email (at that point I congratulated myself on not thinking this was “the call”) but quickly followed with “but that’s not what I want to talk to you about.” Once those words escaped her lips my heart just about stopped. I inhaled and help my breath as she said the words I have longed for “I have a little boy to talk to you about.” Cue the hallelujah chorus. I sucked in another deep breath and suppressed the sobbing that so wanted to come out. I quickly asked “K” to conference Calvin in. She did and soon I heard his voice on the other end. I rushed to my computer and received her email. The sweetest little guy was waiting for me. Big smiles and even what looked like a little wave. Oh my. As she went through medical documents, history, etc. I found my mind and eyes constantly wandering back to his face, his little fingers, his beautiful big eyes and it was almost torture to wait out the whole thing. I wanted to yell, yes! yes! he is ours, I don’t need to know another single thing about him! But we patiently went through everything and let “K” know we wished to proceed.
Once the call was over the whirlwind began. Our two kiddos had completely wrecked the house while I was on the phone. I tried giving them t.v. and gummy bears while I was on the phone (they were organic to my credit) but they went nuts on the house any way. This is a key factor in why I don’t have pics. It just wasn’t possible, AND my hair was really scary.
After we ended the phone conversation I quickly made arrangements with our pediatrician to review the files. Calvin came home from work and we tackled the referral paperwork. Pure joy.
We showed the kids the adorable pictures of our son, their brother, and their reply was funny, but somehow so true. “We already know him” they said. “That’s our baby brother Liam.” Yes indeed. We already know him.
God has been so gracious. I have pleaded with him, begged even to see my son’s face by Christmas time. I knew He could say no, it’s not time to see your son. I was ready to accept that. But for some reason he showed us Grace this Christmas season and gave us a gift that has astounded and humbled us deeply. We have seen our son’s face. And oh, how beautiful he is. Thank you Lord for this gift. It is so clear that he is the one we have waited for. It all seems to make sense. We know we still have the wait ahead of us. A new kind of wait, harder and easier in some ways. But Lord you will carry us the whole way, just as you have thus far.
I am amazed. I am in awe. God has brought us together. There are parts of this story that I grieve. Parts that won’t be shared on this blog. But I also rejoice that God saw it fit to join our lives. This precious boy in Ethiopia, this regular family in Nashville. I can’t believe that we get to be part of this story, and I am so thankful.