When I made the call this afternoon, when I left the voice mail that said, “Please let us know what we need to do next to proceed with adopting her,” it was just a formality. I knew we’d say yes from the moment my husband, unexpectedly, said, “Let’s see what happens.”
She was a face on the page I’d checked obsessively every day, more than once a day, since we officially became a waiting family. She was a little girl in a dress that was too long. She was a little girl, not a baby. I was sure Jarod would say no, that we were going to stick to the course we’d set out for ourselves as a family.
But he didn’t say no.
He said, “Let’s see what happens.”
She is three years old.
She is just who I dreamed about.
She is our Magnolia.