“Who has dreamt about you”

November 21, 2007

“Who has dreamt about you”

It was the call.

It was every bit as amazing as I could have dreamed about.  The phone buzzed in my pocket and I looked at the number.  It wasn’t even the area code of our agency but somehow I knew as soon as I saw it.  It was Ms. IU, who said "I have a little boy I’d like to tell you about," and I immediately started shaking and crying.  I managed to talk through the conversation, though I probably only took in about half of the information that she gave me.  And then I got off the phone and sobbed.  My friend Courtney was there since we took our boys to the zoo this morning–we had just finished lunch–and she sobbed with me.  I drove home very carefully to get the e-mail and see his picture and read all there was.

He may be 2 1/2 or may be younger–he’s not any older than that.  He is 22 lbs and 32" tall.  He has some medical issues that we can likely accept, though we will have a pediatrician check out the information that we have.  We know a ton of information about his family.

And his name means "Who has dreamt about you".  It was given to him by his mother, with whom he lived until three weeks ago.  I couldn’t have asked for anything better.  All this time, I’ve prayed that he would be with his family as long as possible, because I wanted him to be with the people who most loved him.  We will almost definitely get to meet them when we go to Ethiopia to get him.

J is at work and so I forwarded him everything after calling to tell him he was going to be a daddy again.  I showed his picture to P and told him that was his little brother (in retrospect, it might have been better to wait, but I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly).  His immediate response was "Why is he that color?"  I told him that that was the color of people in Ethiopia, just like some of his friends who are from Ethiopia (which we’d talked about before, but it clearly hadn’t stuck).  He said "Oh.  He’s so cute!  Look at his cute smile–it’s just like this" and imitated the expression on his face.  And then I started crying again and hugged him so tightly.

I have another son.  Another adorable, perfect son.  I am the luckiest of women to have been so blessed.

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