Miracles

I was sitting under a sky of fireworks the first time I knew we would adopt. It was New Years Eve 2003. I made a wish at the stroke of midnight, just as I had every year, that this would be the year I would become a mother. However, this year was different. This year my heart answered back with the thought, "adoption". In that one moment I released my body from the ridiculous demands of reproduction and knew that we had been meant to adopt all along.
I read, studied, and researched for months under the impression that eventually I would become confidant in my new pursuit of becoming a mother through adoption. It was October 12th when I finally picked up the phone and made the call to an adoption agency. I was shaking, sure that the woman on the other end of the line would somehow be able to sense my inadequacies over the phone and laugh.
She didn't.
In November we began our homestudy process.
On December 26th, I was showing my mother and sister all of the baby things I had collected and hidden in the guest room closet. They both thought it was silly of me to have so much already and I began to defend myself by explaining to them that I could get a call at any second... and then the phone rang. Really. It rang right then and there. It was the agency. They had someone they wanted to show our portfolio to.
January 11th, we were chosen to be parents.
March 23rd, our daughter was born.
March 28th, we brought our baby girl home at last.

Those events were so much more miraculous than I could ever put into words. Had I not surrendered to the skepticisms of others, I would have written everything down on paper and shared the story with the world. This time, however, I know miracles happen. One is about to happen to us again.

This is the story of that miracle...