the call...

I remember the evening I was home making spaghetti for dinner and I got the call. The call that would change my life. The Call!
Shay (my boss and friend Kim's daughter) was calling to tell us about a potential adoption situation. All she knew was that there was an 18 year old girl who was pregnant with a baby girl and already had a baby and was going to place her baby up for adoption. I remember the pot of water with spaghetti noodles in it overflowing as I tried to stay calm and told Shay "please give them (whoever them was) my information. I am very, VERY interested." I got off the phone looked at Andrew and we freaked out. Only 2 1/2 months earlier we had decided to pursue adoption.... and we were planning on a long road. We had met with people who adopted and heard horror stories and never could have imagined it would come easy. We had spent about 3 years trying to have a baby, and loosing 3 and now could this possibly be? Could this be our baby? For some strange reason it felt like it was. We didn't know how this worked, we were scared and cautiously hopeful!!! "Causiously hopeful... a phrase that a doctor once told me about the baby growing in my belly"... but this hopeful was a hopeful that felt good... Immediately I called my mom, which I pretty much do when I find out anything... even though I didn't really know anything I new enough! I new that there was a baby out there that I wanted, that I dreamed of, that I cried for and prayed every night I would get! I new that the baby girl that was growing in someones belly was growing for me, that she would be mine and in some funny way I really believed it. I really believed that this was going to be my daughter... little did I know that I was really right. My baby was growing and in 6 short weeks I would cut her cord and watch her take her first breath and hold her in my arms.... this was a call I'll never forget!