Feeling very warm inside. Not literally but emotionally. Just folded some of our baby's clothes and talked with *Michael about future plans. I spend so much time in her room. I've said it before, but the nursery is so calming and healing. The color, the furniture, the items we've collected so far. I get recharged in there. I am reminded of what matters and the immense joy that awaits us.
I was getting ready to head upstairs for the evening when I stopped by the kitchen to get some water. I drink a lot of water, especially out of my favorite gold and purple Starbucks tumbler. It doesn't change the taste. It doesn't have any particularly incredible qualities in terms of water storage or temperature maintenance. But there is something very special about this tumbler.
...Cue Scooby Doo style daydream music...
We had arranged to meet our social worker one balmy Wednesday evening in early August. She suggested Starbucks, and we agreed. Once there she greeted us with an enormous smile and our official home study report. It was time to sign our names because we had passed. It was a moment I thought about for the longest time. A moment I spent many hours worrying about, but here it was at last.
She hugged us and shared words of congratulations. As she left, I realized I wanted a celebratory beverage. I ordered my typical decaf caramel macchiato and then noticed some shiny gold mugs and tumblers on a display. Something about the color intrigued me and I decided to buy my own.
Each time I drink water I am reminded of the incredible feeling of signing our home study, and knowing that meant we were indeed qualified and ready to adopt a child of our own.
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| My beloved Starbucks "home study" tumbler |
*Name changed to protect identity.
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