“Miracles begin understated. They begin, and the earth doesn’t shake and trumpets don’t sound. Miracles begin with the plainsong of a promise- and sometimes not even fully believed. This is always the best place for miracles.”
The name “Lifeline” popped up on my cell phone at 11:41am. I didn’t realize how on edge I was until it rang. Just how anxious I was to see that particular name flash onto the screen.
“Hey there!“, I answered, resisting the urge to just cut straight to a rapid-firing of, “Did we get it? Did we get it? Did we get it?“.
The struggle is real, y’all. Can I get an amen, fellow adoptive moms? I swear, I nearly plowed down everything in my path to reach the phone- ha!
Meredith, our adoption caseworker, was on the other end of the line. She said hello and then immediately shared that she had some very good news and just a *little* bit of not-so-good news.
Oh boy. Not exactly the greeting I was hoping for.
In a nutshell, after months and months of anticipation, THE COURTS FINALIZED AND RELEASED OUR ADOPTION DECREE!!!
BUT, (and here’s the *little* bit of bad news) I can’t share our Sweet P’s photo or name yet because there was a typo on it.
One name, spelled incorrectly.
Which one? I’m not sure. It could be the (commonly misspelled) name of our street, or Kevin’s (tiny) middle name, or our babe’s very long (and uniquely-spelled) first name. All we know is that (luckily) our attorney saw the mistake and handed it back to the Court official so that the correction could be made.
Total bummer, but again, the VERY good news is that we 100%, without question anymore, know that they have officially approved us to be Sweet P’s family!!! Squeeeeee!!!
So, here’s to the miracle of “birth”. The one that started on 2-26, and that God clearly wanted us to celebrate again when we get the revised copy of our decree next week. 😉