We stopped out and the old farm to see Grandma and Grandpa and help them move into their new house. Grandpa looks frail and thin but ornery as ever. Techie helped my Dad and his brothers move the wheel chair ramp and I had time to catch up with my family.  As I sat there listening to everyone my mind wandered.  How will they accept an adopted child?  One of a different race?  Will I ever be able to attend to a family gathering with a child of my own?

That’s the thing that sucks about adoption…it’s excitement after a long period of dread, nervousness and so very many unanswered questions.  I am excited though because my cousin asked for IAC’s number. She might consider adoption, she’s been trying forever and hopefully they will be happier. We returned home different and hopeful people.