At 5:15 p.m. on Tuesday, July 21, my phone rang.
“Hi, Shannon!” It was our social worker from Bethany.
My breath caught in my throat as I waved madly for my hubby to join me.
“Oh, hi!” I tried to respond casually. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. I glanced down, thankful to be sitting in case I passed out.
We had been waiting for THIS call ever since we had first heard about a sweet baby boy a few weeks earlier. He had been born on June 19, and though we hadn’t met him or even seen a photo, we already loved him fiercely. I had spent weeks on my knees with my guy, asking the Lord to give us this child—asking that this would be the baby He had for our family.
“How are you guys doing?” our social worker asked.
We looked at each other and just laughed. “Oh, you know…” we said.
“I know it’s been a crazy day, but it gives me great joy to tell you that the birth parents have picked you guys to parent their baby boy.”
Our jaws dropped as tears filled our eyes. Five years. Five years of waiting, praying, aching, asking, pleading with the Lord to bring us a child and here we were—huddled around my desk with my phone on speaker bawling our eyes out. And you know what? It was perfect. It was so, so right.
“So, can you guys pick him up tomorrow afternoon?”
“Yes!” we answered without hesitation.
“Great! He’s in size 1 diapers and is on such and such formula…” my hands were furiously jotting notes as the happiest tears of my life splashed onto the pages of my well-worn notebook.
We hung up, hugged each other, and cried for a solid five minutes. Then, we got down on our knees and thanked the Lord for this incredible answer to prayer.
Being rather Type A in nature, both of us quickly realized that we had a matter of hours to run a million errands, so we did what all Type A people do—we made a list.
“Target, Trader’s…where else do we need to go?” my guy asked.
I ran to our nursery, quickly taking stock of the must-haves that were missing and jotting those down. I came back into the living room where my guy already had my purse and phone charger in hand.
“We’ll call and text people between errands,” he said.
It was one of the coolest nights I’ve spent with my guy. We loaded up on baby supplies and groceries and drove thru In-N-Out for dinner—all the while reading aloud the latest excited texts from family and friends.
The next day, we drove down to our agency, shaking with anticipation. There, we met our son—our baby boy. As I held him in my arms, the world around me faded to a blur. All I could see was his sweet face. This was the child we had prayed for. This was the one the Lord knew all along would be part of our family.
We’d love to introduce him to you, too. Meet baby Crew…
God is so good, friends. He is unendingly good. Thank you for praying with us and supporting us as we waited for our little man. It means more than you’ll know.