Sunday, February 6, 2011

One Year after THE CALL










This past Friday (Feb. 4) marked one year (3:09 pm to be exact) that we got the call of our lives telling us that we had a boy and he was born 7/30/09. All we got from the phone call was his birth date, his name, the fact that he was born early, weighed 4 pounds at birth, and that he was healthy and doing well. We didn't see pictures until the next day. Those couple of days are so clear in my mind that it doesn't seem possible that it could be a year already. I remember when I answered my phone in my office and heard the adoption lady's voice, I thought, "Oh, geez. I must have messed up some paperwork," because we weren't expecting to hear anything that early. Then she just said, "I have your referral." It was like an electric shock went through my body! I wrote down everything she said as fast as I could. David was at home, so he actually was not the first person to know! I just sort of stumbled out of my office and there was Lois, whose office is next to mine. "We have a boy!" I said, and she, being an adoptive mom herself knew exactly what I was saying and we just hugged and hugged. Then I called David and through all my tears somehow managed to tell him the biggest news of his life. Then I called my mom, and within a couple of minutes, my sister called me because my mom had hurried up and called her to tell her. News was traveling fast! I remember crying the whole drive home...all that joy and excitement just kept coming out in tears somehow. I remember collapsing on David when I walked in the door. David had to teach that night, so we couldn't get out to the adoption agency in Danville until the next day to get the papers and the pictures. It was torture to wait. When we finally got there the next morning, I remember we saw that now famous smiling picture first. For over two months we pored over all the pictures, admiring this baby who would be ours. And we would read and re-read all the paperwork that told us about little Hyun's life with his foster family. I remember loving the phrase "likes to be hugged, touched, and kissed." And also, "likes to get funny with foster mother." These are still true today...he is a lovey man and he loves to "get funny" for sure!

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