Get your running shoes on! Time to get going!

After our first orientation at the end of November we got assigned to a wonderful social worker and the process started! We realized why people call it “paper pregnant.” Man alive….. they want all the info they can get on you and maybe your first born 🙂 It’s a good thing though and we happily accepted the massive folders of paperwork. We had our first home study the week before Christmas and our social worker came to see our home and talk more with us and the girls. She brought more paperwork, if that’s even possible! 🙂 We got an appointment to have our fingerprints taken and those are sent to Lansing where they also perform background checks on us. This process takes a little while we’re told so we’re waiting a few weeks to get the green light there 🙂 We are working on all our paperwork and setting up medical appointments and well checks and cracking open the safe to get copies of all the important documents we have. We’re giving our life history and telling them why we want to do this. We’re getting references and driving records and everything else you can imagine 🙂 We are also starting to get his room ready. The girls share a bedroom and we used our third bedroom as a playroom but we moved all toys to the basement so we can begin to get his room set. It sits empty right now and I find myself walking by and stopping so often to just stand in there and look around. I imagine where his crib/bed will be, where I’ll rock him when he’s tired, upset, scared or just wants me. I imagine where we’ll sit on the floor and what books I’ll read to him. We already got a special book about adoption as a Christmas gift from his Nana and Papa 🙂 The only reason I cried on Christmas, happy tears 🙂 I wonder what clothes we’ll dress him in. Will he be an infant? Or will he be 3 years old? What will he look like? What will his name be or what will we name him? I have questions that fill my head and my heart beats faster thinking about him and wanting him, wishing he were already here, home. He won’t grow inside of my stomach but he has grown in our hearts. God created him to be a part of our family, to be our son, he will be born to someone else but he was created to be mine. My mind can go crazy wondering where he is right now. Is he safe? Is he loved? Is he being fed, rocked to sleep, sung to, played with? My heart breaks knowing the answer. It’s why he’ll be brought to us. Adoption is a beautiful thing but it’s born out of brokenness. This gamut of emotions is not lost on us. We’ve been thinking and praying over all these things for so long and feel like we just got on the fast track and the time is almost here for him to come home. I can’t wait for the moment we get the call that we have a child who matches our profile and he can come home. I don’t know if I’ll be able to let go of him once he’s finally in my arms ❤