(Orphan Sunday inspired me to think of our adoption story, which begins here.)
When we agreed together that adopting was the way God was leading us, four things happened.
1. We called the friend who had "knocked on our door" on behalf of Talitha Ruth and said YES.
2. We began the mad rush to fulfill all the legal adoption requirements--home study, criminal record checks from all the places we've lived, and paperwork for both the state where she was born and for Minnesota, where we live. "Rush" because our daughter was waiting.
3. We told our children and the close friends who had been praying, but no one else yet. Not until the adoption was officially approved. (Although apparently Johnny taped a copy of the photo on his office door at church, creating a fair amount of curiosity.)
4. We received our first picture of Talitha.
Now, it really seemed real. SHE really seemed real. Every day I was more impatient to get my hands on her. Now that we'd said yes, but still had to wait on the legal wheels to turn, I felt as if I were missing out on a huge chunk of her life.
Memorable comment from our too-cool 14-year-old Abraham: "She'd be cute if she didn't have that thing on her head."
(to be continued)