Opening The Nursery Room Door

As soon as I got back into town we got the call...WE HAD BEEN APPROVED with social services. All the worrying was finally over and it was done...we were going to be parents! There were no better words we could have heard. Both of us were home when we got the call and we hugged each other and cried. It had been such a long journey just to get that one phone call. Our hearts were full of joy our heads were full of things we needed to get done. But the first thing I did was call Rebecca and tell her....she was just as excited as we were. She got the word out and soon my mail box was full of emails of Congratulations! Everyone in our world knew how much this meant to us and everyone was ready to support us in our journey.


The first item on our list was we needed to PAINT! Finally, the time had come to get those jungle animals on the wall. The animals we had spent months planning out and dreaming about for the nursery. It was finally time to open the Nursery Room Door!


My husband did an amazing job he spent many hours painting monkeys hanging from a palm tree...there was Bernard the Lion, he was the only animal that got a name...I think because he was my husbands favorite! There were tons of animals...a giraffe, a elephant, an alligator, a turtle, birds, frogs and my favorite was the big sunshine that hung over the wall where we put the crib. I loved the thought that our baby would wake up everyday seeing the sunshine. When the child was probably coming from a home of cloudy days. It was a lot of work for my husband and when it was all done once again found myself in tears. Only this time it was tears of joy...this was really going to happen for us. The room screamed nursery and more than that it showed just how much love we were ready to pour into a child.


Everything was ready for a child to be brought home and give our name. Now all we needed was that phone call telling us about our child. After we had been approved there were 4 Sundays we went to church and prayed to God to give us that call. We asked him to give us the child that was the one he had planned for us all along. When we went up for an alter call others in the church knew what we were praying for and they would follow behind and bow and pray with us. Everyone was hopeful and everyone had faith in Gods plan.


I was getting very anxious and also because I wasn't working I was going a little crazy being couped up in the house. So I planned a trip back to the city I grew up in to visit some childhood friends. It was going to be a quick weekend get away by myself over Cinco De Mayo! I was very excited about seeing my childhood best friend and spending some girl time together. I had visions of walking down memory lane with her over to much beer and lots of mexican food. I couldn't wait to see her.

The Tuesday before I was suppose to leave on my trip we got the call. It was early in the morning and I was having coffee downstairs while my husband slept upstairs. I picked up the phone and it was Leyla....she said to me...okay I have a case I want you to hear about. So grab a pen and paper...I was shaking! There I stood in my pj's and crazy morning hair and I was about to hear about a case....my voice was shaking and I said...I can't believe your calling! Hold on I will get the pen and paper!