Just Breathe

I've had time to prepare. I have our list of questions sitting by the phone, surrounded by pens if one happens to dry up mid-scribble. I was 100% ready for The Call. Every night after work I made a bee line for the answering machine to check for that ultimate message. When do we actually get The Call? At work! Where's my list? At home, of course. Dagnabbit!

As many of you know, I cannot go into detail about our case. We are even contractually obligated not to discuss specifics with family and close friends, as it is a matter of the children's privacy. Their protection physically and emotionally comes first.

What I can say at this point is, again, they are sisters, ages 2 and 4. My heart actually went out to their Mama, whom (at this point) I think is a very brave woman. We are scheduled to meet with the social workers, therapist and (I'm hoping) the current foster family for a "presentation" next week to hear in more detail the ins and outs of this case.

This evening I rewrote my notes taken during the phone call today (total chicken scratch that looks like I was writing with my feet) and we're putting together another list of questions for the meeting. Once it's over, we have 24 hours to decide if we think it's a manageable situation and a good match. If we do, the transition process begins. If we don't, we await the next call.

I'm still trying to wrap my little mind around the fact that total strangers with nothing more than an armload of information and a few pictures could morph into a family. Please keep us in your prayers!

Breathe in.. breathe out..