It's Happening

We're matched.

I can hardly believe I'm typing those words, but it happened.

I got an email that a expectant mom that was viewing our profile a couple of states away decided that she wants us to parent her child.  Her son.  Potentially our son.

A son.

Those words keep rushing through my head.

The baby is expected to make his arrival sometime between mid-May and mid-June.  Quite a span, I know.  So we will be on call to hop in the van and drive all night if we have to.

A son.