Well, it’s been over a week now since Jim and I received our referral. I think it is finally beginning to sink in that this child (whose picture I have been staring at for the past week and a half) is actually our son. It’s an amazing feeling, one that I cannot even put into words.

I have spent the last few years wondering what it would feel like when I first saw that picture. I knew that I would be happy but I never could have imagined how happy. It’s strange, when you wait for something for so long and it finally happens you have to ask yourself if it’s real. For the first time this week, I’ve finally started to believe that this is real. This little baby boy is really ours!

Now all I can think about is how to bring him home as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, this is not something I have much control over. I have to constantly remind myself to be patient. I keep remembering what my grandmother told me, “not in your time Jo-Ann, in God’s time”. That didn’t mean too much to me when she first said it but now I understand. We have waited as long as we have because God was leading us to THIS child. This child is ours. I knew it the moment I first saw him.

Well, that’s all for now. Oh, except that this baby finally has a name. After lots and lots of thought (and maybe a little arguing) we have come up with a name. Julian Richard. I like it. He looks like a Julian.