We got the call Saturday!
My cellphone rang just after 1pm that afternoon. It was Karalee, our adoption consultant. This was odd, I thought. We shared our profile with a birthmom on Monday and usually receive updates through e-mail or text. This was a good kind of odd. I answered.
One of the first things she said was, “Is Craig with you?” He was. We were outside at his parents’ house. We had stopped by to borrow the hedge trimmers when the cloudy skies and stormy forecast disappeared and the sun caught us by surprise that afternoon. It was a lovely day. I was standing with his mom discussing her future garden and he was talking to his older brother. I called him over. “Are you sitting down?” Karalee asked next.
I don’t remember if I was crying before or after she told us
My cellphone rang just after 1pm that afternoon. It was Karalee, our adoption consultant. This was odd, I thought. We shared our profile with a birthmom on Monday and usually receive updates through e-mail or text. This was a good kind of odd. I answered.
One of the first things she said was, “Is Craig with you?” He was. We were outside at his parents’ house. We had stopped by to borrow the hedge trimmers when the cloudy skies and stormy forecast disappeared and the sun caught us by surprise that afternoon. It was a lovely day. I was standing with his mom discussing her future garden and he was talking to his older brother. I called him over. “Are you sitting down?” Karalee asked next.
I don’t remember if I was crying before or after she told us