Today you are a possibility.
Not even a probability.
A might.
A maybe.
A hope for what could be.
A month ago, I didn’t see you coming. After almost 3 years of waiting and wondering, we were ready to throw in the towel. I was finally prepared to give you up.
“Time to dream new dreams,” I said. I told myself I was ready to stop treading water. It was time to get on with my life. We considered telling them to count us out entirely. But some small shred of hope said, “what can it hurt?”
But I thought it was done. I grieved for you, my little possibility. There were tears and anger and numb acceptance. Some days I didn’t think of you at all. But every time I thought I had put you behind me, the cycle would start again.
It wasn’t pretty.
I choked on the hurt when mother and infant sat in front of us at church. I forced myself to pack up the baby toys, but I couldn’t give them away. The box is still there on the shelf. I put off meeting with an academic advisor or committing to a major. As much as I am enjoying school, it is not what I want to be doing right now.
I started praying again, like I used to during the dark days. Not out of routine, but because I need to. To get through the day. To keep my emotions in check. To remember how much I have been given. This is one good thing about grief. I am never closer to God than during times like these.
I knew it would take a long time to forget.
Then we got an unexpected email from our social worker. And you appeared on the horizon. But we had been there before and nothing had come of it. We threw our hat in the ring and carried on with life.
Then we heard from YOUR social worker. And the speculation begins… what exactly does “very excited about a possible match” mean? Did she say “very”? What percentage of possible are we talking? We have so many questions.
For the first time you have a name. There is a lot to be done. We have to know and understand and make sure that we are the right family for you. And so do they.
I am trying, desperately trying, to play it cool. Is it possible to be cool if you have to desperately try for it?
Because I want to bring you home. I want snips and snails and puppy dog tails. I want happily ever happy. I even want messy, difficult, overwhelming reality. As long as you can be mine.
So here’s me, praying that our little possibility will someday be our son.
So Here's Us... 
April 12th, 2012 at 7:52 am
Praying for you and your family!
April 12th, 2012 at 9:04 am
Thank you so much!
April 12th, 2012 at 11:40 am
Wow, this is so exciting…. Had no idea of this ‘little possibility’, may you be blessed, may God give you the desires of your heart.
April 12th, 2012 at 6:56 pm
It sure is! We had narrowed our criteria and it wasn’t looking like it was going to happen. So far, he seems like a great match. Us for him and him for us… we’ll see.
Thank you for your prayers!
April 12th, 2012 at 11:54 am
wow sounds like an exciting time for you and your family:) praying with you all!
April 12th, 2012 at 6:55 pm
Thanks – we’ll take all we can get!
April 12th, 2012 at 12:46 pm
holy biscuits, lady, really? I’m thinkin’ about you guys! Hoping for the best!
April 12th, 2012 at 6:54 pm
I think I have a new saying “holy biscuits!” Love it!
April 13th, 2012 at 8:08 am
[…] It’s been getting pretty schmaltzy up in here lately. In a good way, definitely. We’ve got all sorts of deep and wonderful and, frankly, emotionally exhausting life changes on the menu (My Little Possibility). […]
April 13th, 2012 at 7:22 pm
I AM SO EXCITED!!! I am hopeful that he works out in every way!
April 13th, 2012 at 9:41 pm
We are too! Thanks! I’m sure you’ll hear more than you ever wanted to hear about it next time I see you. Hmmm, it must be around that time again…
April 17th, 2012 at 3:41 pm
I could never hear too much about this! Looking forward to it in fact!
May 10th, 2012 at 8:16 am
[…] My Little Possibility is coming home next month! He is 1 1/2 years old. And he is the one we’ve been waiting for. […]