Our Story, Part 3 of ?

So we left off here.

Ugh. That was not an easy week. We were SURE that the agency was going to call us and let us know that they weren't the agency for us. Not only was I feeling defeated by the process already, but the fact that the decision might have something to do with Mr. P's English was really difficult to think about. (Of course, looking back, it seems improbable that our agency would make a decision based on that, but at the time we didn't know our agency so well, and we in general felt very vulnerable.)

I believe it was just a bit under two weeks when they called us back. I should go back to my agenda to check for the date of the phone call. Because I do remember the date they called us to let us know that we'd been accepted into the domestic adoption program. It was my mom's birthday. And it was a Saturday. And I cried when I got the phone call.

The first thing we did was call my parents, who were on their way to celebrate my mom's birthday in a nearby city. My mom said it was the best birthday gift ever.

The social worker who we had spoken with at the follow up phone call was in the office that Saturday because the agency was having their annual Halloween party. A party that we will attend this year with little A.