It is almost 25 years ago to the day, that my sister called with the news that she and my brother in-law Dave, were adopting a baby, sooner rather than later. A birth mother had chosen them to be parents to the baby that she insisted was due any day now. I packed my bags, as did my excited four year old son Nick, and along with my sister Sari, we all traveled up to Northern California to await this imminent birth.
We painted the guest room and set it up as a nursery. Then we waited. We hung out, dreamed of this new arrival, and we waited some more. Sari had to return to LA for work, but my son and I stayed… and waited. Sari returned and still we waited. April came and went and there we were in May! Finally the day came when we received word that the baby was on it’s way. The new parents raced to the hospital, and we anxiously waited. I remember being out on the back deck, my son playing in a wading pool, when we got the call. I can see my son’s delight as if it were yesterday, as my sister told him he had a boy cousin.
Well last year that baby boy had a baby of his own, and now history is repeating itself. His second baby is due, and some would say overdue. I have been up here for three weeks, and every day we all wonder if this will be the day. We can’t wait to meet this new baby girl. Her sister is pure joy, and just as it was 25 years ago, it is fun getting to hang out with the family I miss when at home. I’m in for the long haul. I’ll gladly wait for the perfection that I know this next little one will be. And, while I do so I am so so grateful to be a part of this adventure.