At Last, My Prince Has Come...

March 3, 2010, around 9:30pm. It's our 9th wedding anniversary and my husband and I are home preparing for the newest addition to our family.Well, I'm preparing, I have no idea what he is doing. I've gotten his room all prepared, setup with cozy blankets, comfy pillows, toys, and of course snacks. I'm pacing the floor because he should have been here by now. I begin to think about everything that has led up to this moment. All the wanting and searching, years of wanting followed by months and months of searching, and finally these final moments of excited anticipation. There were a few disappointments along the way. But that doesn't matter now because my baby is about to be delivered at any moment! I put in another call (only the fourth one in the past hour) to his foster parents just to make sure they aren't lost. Did I mention they should have been here by now? So they are about 20 minutes away. Okay, let me occupy myself. I decided to go ahead and make dinner for my husband, I guess he needed to eat that night. Did I mention it was our anniversary? But that was totally secondary at the time. My husband wanted my homemade lasagna for dinner, but that was too time consuming (especially with my baby coming home) so he got a homemade pizza instead. Just as many ingredients, easier preparation. Both Italian, both delicious. Finally, the phone rings - they're HERE!! But wait, they can't find us, so I run downstairs in the freezing cold with short sleeves only to guide them in. Now we're running in circles, playing hide and seek. Then all of a sudden, I turned around, and there he was. My baby! He jumped all over me as if to say, "Momma, I'm home"! We spent that night on the sofa in a loving embrace. (Oh yeah, my husband was there too).