Here's how we learned about you for the first time: On Friday, May 16, I was working at home, preparing for my summer class. Your dad was at Marshall School, doing his student teaching. I had just taken a break to make some donations for the victims of the China earthquake, the storm in Myanmar and to Ethica, which advocates for ethical adoptions. Then your Auntie Amy called, and I broke down crying about how hard this wait has been and how we were losing hope that we would ever be parents. I even made her cry too!
But when I got off the phone and checked my email, there was one from about 9:30 in the morning from our adoption coordinator saying she needed to talk to me and Ed together. I was still crying and now started shaking, because I knew what that meant. I called her immediately and told her that Ed was at school but that I could go get him "if this was it." And she said, "You better go get him."
I called the school office and told them to get him out of class and to call home. When he called, I was blubbering so much, he could hardly understand what I was saying! He finished up some loose ends at school and headed home on his bike. We had plans to leave that afternoon to go visit your Grandma and Grandpa in Wisconsin (The "It's a boy!" sign greeted us when we arrived), so I figured I'd use the time to take a shower and blow dry my hair. Might as well look good for one of the most important days of my life!
Your dad came home and ate some strawberries and cottage cheese. Then we got the call and learned that you were a 7-month-old boy from Ho Chi Minh City. After talking to our adoption coordinator, we sat by the computer, waiting for all the information she sent us, including the first photos of you. I had been worried that I might not bond immediately with your photo, but you were absolutely adorable.
We called our families and shared the good news. Everyone was so excited, though we cautioned them about the one major step left, passing the investigation by the U.S. government for the I-600 approval.
Then we sat there, completely stunned. And to be honest, four days later, I'm still a little shell shocked. I never lost faith, but I was really starting to believe this might not happen. We have been told that your given name means "God" in French. I have to believe that God has been carrying us all--you included--through this whole process. We're praying that God continues to watch over you until we can meet you in person.
Love, Mom and Dad