Friday felt like it would never come. The nights have seemed to drag by - making Friday seem so very far off in the future. Then...
The meeting time came. I was anxious - not anxious worried - but anxious - excited. Today we would find out about her.
We followed them into the office - they with clipboard and paperwork in hand. Myself, with a big bag filled with toys and snacks for a five year old little boy who accompanied us.
They looked professional - I looked like a Mom. Yet, we were all there for the same purpose. The future of a special child lay in the balance and we were all there for her.
They handed out their business cards - we laughed that I had none to hand out. Then, we came to the business at hand.
A precious little girl. They gave us her weight, her height and explained the risks. Then...
Then they handed us the stack. Papers upon papers. Some about her - some about her family. We tried to look interested in the information. We did not hold out too long with this endeavor. For, we knew the answer they were looking for before we walked into the room.
Sliding the stack of files back - I told them I have a stack like that at home - I've read through them once already. Different time, different child. It's the stack that tells the past. I guess I felt that we were not there to talk about her past - but her future. God knows all of our pasts - but no matter what picture the past paints - God's future print is always more beautiful.
"Our answer", my husband spoke as I passed them back the file, "is yes. We understand the risks." I added to his statement, "If I was sitting here pregnant we could talk about risks." My husband continued, "The bottom line is, we believe that God has opened the doors for us to bring this little one into our home. We will accept the risks as His will, we will accept the future as His plan for us. Our answer, is - YES!"
There was joy, tears and excitement as we talked. As the social worker told how she read our file and could not explain why - but she just *knew' that we were the family for this little one.
My husband and I smiled together. We *knew* why she *knew*. It is God, who has perfectly orchestrated this from the beginning.
Monday, we will meet our daughter. I am having trouble thinking of much else. And just like Friday seemed to never get here - Monday seems worlds away.
I will close now - assuring you that come Monday - I will post again.