It’s been a little over a week since we got the good news.
It’s also been a little over a week that we thought we’d see him. We haven’t. Some of these things take time. There are set backs. Anxiousness, excitement, let downs, but at the end of the day, Lucas is still ours and we’ll have him soon enough.
Last Wednesday we met with his social workers. We drove to San Bernardino. Waited in our car for the right time to step out. My social worker text me “hi, are you here yet?”. I replied we were waiting in the car, she replies “me too, meet you up front!”. We get out of the car. I straightened myself up. I checked my hair. I wanted to make a good impression (because I want them to know they picked the right family for him).
We waited in the waiting room then we get called in. The sign outside the room said “Interview Room 1″. The room had a small table and enough chairs. On the right of me was a huge double sided mirror. This didn’t feel like an interview room, it felt like an interrogation room. His social worker sat down, our social worker, the county RN who explained his conditions, and my husband and I all starred at the center of the table where his social worker had placed a recorder down to record the whole session. Then I got scared to talk (yes, that’s an odd event).
We talked for over an hour or so about his conditions, general family background, why we where chosen, what could happen, what could not happen, about how he has a fan club (well duh, he’s our son!), about how we need to make sure what we’re getting ourselves into, etc… then the pictures came. Shhhh, be still my heart, be still. She slowly pulled them out, one by one. My eyes teared up but I fought the tears. There was Lucas, the tiniest little guy you’ve ever seen. He was brand new in those pictures. There were cables and tubes attached to his little face. The diaper wasn’t even fully on him because he was just so tiny. Then she got to the updated photo, the one of him being 5lbs. His chubby face, a green and white stripped jumper, and his hair, a plethora of hair! I couldn’t keep my eyes off the picture. That was my baby and I fell in love.
We also learned that Lucas wasn’t the only one being adopted into a family.
My husband and I got adopted too and we didn’t even know it.
The moment we heard about Lucas being ours was when an out pour of our church family, close friends, Danny’s co-workers, internet friends, friends’ friends, and some of our family extended their love to us. Suddenly our Lucas’ room was painted because our friends wanted to help us with buying and painting his room. Suddenly our living room was filled with a bouncer, a swing, strollers, and clothes. Suddenly we got calls about car seats and Boppy’s, changing tables, and more. Every time we got a call, my husband and I smiled at each other.
We panicked when we got picked. How in the world do you buy baby essentials in a few weeks??!?? You don’t buy it all, you trust God and He provides.
The bigger picture was this- the moment we chose to follow God in His command to adopt (taking a scary step at such a young age) was when He blessed us more. Just obey Him and He honors the desires of your heart and blesses us tenfold.
So thank you for adopting us in to His family, to your family. Thank you for extending His love and grace to us. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for your love. Thank you for your encouragement!
But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons.