An Adoption Story

She is mine, that is mine and my husband's, we got the call one fine evening while making supper, totally unaware of what was to become a beautiful story.

"Hi there!" was what I remembered......I said I was fine. My adoption worker called periodically, so I didn't think of anything at first, asked how hubby was doing, said he was fine, he was in his private office reading up on some brochure for a trip we were planning out in the sun. I remember her laughing, sparked my interest and said why do you find this funny!

It is January of 93 a cold, wet and miserable evening, but who cares! I have some good news for you, do you think you can get hubby out of his office for a few minutes? By some premination hubby was at my side, and asked me who it was! It's our social worker, the question mark on his didn't know why!

The social worker went on to say that there was this baby waiting for us, she had been chosen, or was it us? Do you have a name I recall asking me, well is it a boy or a girl and no I'm not sure if we do! dah was how I sounded..... my heart started skipping beats my face had this surprise look, and hubby was trying to get some news, I was speechless, how could this be, oh yes, its true the adoption worker tells me. She keeps asking me if I'm happy, and I try to tell her yes I'm excited but I'm speechless. After been given some information, she say's I'll call you back in the morning to tell you more! OK, call me at the office.

Hubby and I can't think much less eat, I want for someone to pinch me, but I can't find anyone. Hubby tells me to be cool about it, eat your supper. No I can't I have too much to do, where do I start. Maybe I should call someone and let them know! Hubby tells me to wait until morning when I get more information. OK I will, will you come to the office with me, and wait for the phone call?

The call comes. It's a little girl she is 4 weeks old, but won't be able to see her that day, the foster mom has to bring her to the doctors for a visit. Thats when everyone at the office finds out. Gees its amazing how word travels fast in an office, someone shouting I'm adopting its a boy, no no I said its a little girl, a girl. OK, anything else we need to know, her weight the vital stats are given! When will you get her, it will take a few days, I'm told, time to adjust and shop! Hubby and I go shopping, we need everything, after shopping I tell a few people, trying not to sound to excited.

The morning arrives where we will meet are little sunshine eyes, nicknamed bright eyes, we are told to meet at the foster parents home. The drive seems like forever, but we finally get there. Ring the doorbell, we are greated by our social worker, we take our coats off, were ushered in and there is a maze of people, social worker for the baby, one for the birth mother, our social worker, the social worker for the foster parents, foster mother, her mother and her husband. Amist all these people this tiny creature, lying on the table with these eyes of sparkles, I catch a look, she melts my heart, she is smilling at me, she knows who I am, I'm sure of that, I go over and take her in my arms, tears streaming down my face, I have just bounded with this miracle. Hubby looks and stares at her, afraid to take her, afraid but willing to take her in his arms, he opens his arms and his heart melts as he takes her in his arms.

We don't say much, we are happy, blessed that this miracle happened to us, but inside I feel for the birth mother, and I thank God that in her heart she allowed her child to be born and adopted, because she loved her. One day my daughter will be old enough to meet her birth mother, parents, and I will be proud to tell her how her mother loved her so much that she gave birth to her and gave her up for adoption, for a better life for her daughter.

Isabell was presented to her grand-father as a birthday present for his 80th birthday the day we brought her home. The next day she was presented to my mom for her 70th birthday. What a remarkable year that was, and not long after her counsin was born, another little girl. They are 6 weeks apart, what an extraordinary year that was.

The family is gratefull to have been given the chance, our daughter is thriving. To her birth mom or parents we as a family want to thank you and wish you happiness and joy and a feeling of peace that our daughter is growing up to be a superb person. As I write this I know in my heart that one day we will meet.