It's a common statement to say that time is going so fast. And it is. But something tells me this month will be different. Actually, the next seven months will probably be quite different.
One month from today we meet Emily Anche for the first time and I'm wondering how fast a month can possibly go by. This past week we filled out about 10 forms for our agency, booked our flights to Bulgaria leaving on May 10 and sent our I-800 to the U.S. government with Emily's information so from the moment she steps on U.S. soil this fall, she will be a U.S. citizen.
Several people have asked me what it was like to get THE call.

First of all, I wasn't expecting it. If you had talked to me in the last several weeks and asked me how the adoption process was going, I likely would have given you my canned answer..."Our agency says 2014 is our year, but I just don't see how that's possible. The numbers show we'll be waiting at
least another year, if not two"...yadda, yadda, yadda.
Guess I should have trusted the agency.
Naturally when I got the call, Rob was out of state. Ben was at school and I had taken the day off to be with Evan. He and I were at the Elks park on Washington St. and I had struck up a conversation with another mom that was there. My phone rang and saw it was our caseworker and even when there is zippo progress with your adoption, everyone knows you never silence a call from your case worker. I answered it and we made small talk about the beautiful weather and she shocked me with the news I was least expecting. She told me that she had received the referral information of a beautiful little girl that the Bulgarian government had matched us with. She told me she was about to turn two and that she was wearing a really sweet pink dress in the photo.
I started sobbing. The lady I was talking to started staring.
I started sobbing harder. I could tell the lady thought someone had died and was wondering if she should come put her arm around me.
We had finally gotten our referral.
That was the last thing I heard.
Seriously.
Like 10 minutes later Rob would ask
me what she said and I would have to tell him I had no idea. I didn't hear anything, all I knew is I had to get home because her photo was waiting for me on the computer.
This is Evan at the park that day. Pretty sure my hands were shaking when I took this photo. Little did he know this was the event that secured his position as the middle child.