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Tuesday, March 20th I would be going about my business when my phone would ring. A number that looks familiar but that I can't quite place comes across caller ID. It's our agency. We've been placed. A child will be born May 5th and the birth family has picked us to be the parents and big sister. I cry and gasp and cry. I happen to be looking fabulous in these shoes that I would like to own.
I pick up Harper from school. Since getting off the phone with our agency I have called the sleep clinic at Children's Mercy and postponed her appointment. In this particular scenario her insomnia isn't turning anyone into a zombie. We go tell Matt at work using fun props like gigantic balloons and funny t-shirts. We all cry and jump around. He leaves work and we go meet the birth family for coffee. It's a match made in heaven. We all love each other.
Next we embark on an all expense paid shopping spree getting some new baby bedding and spring clothes. We're laughing and gaily throwing things in the cart. Wipes, diapers, crib sheets, merriment. Maybe Matt is wearing some good looking glasses I've never seen before. Harper's favorite song is playing over the speakers and she has a sweet dance routine going for the other shoppers while we check out.
We go to bed and every person sleeps well in her own bed. When we wake up the next morning we realize it was all real and proceed accordingly.