The Picnic

Luke and I got to the picnic this morning unsure of what to do.  At first, we sat in the car and just people watched- feeling VERY overwhelmed.  Eventually we got up the nerve to walk down the hill and check it out.  You could spot the "adoptive" parents as they were just standing around in twos not knowing what to do.  We spotted a couple about our age, and broke the ice with them.  I even met one of my scrapbook ladies- which we helped to meet the child she was looking for.

Luke and I ran into our first adoption specialist- whom we have always liked.  She was able to talk us through how things would go.  We were in line waiting to get some food when a little girl and boy passed by us.  I saw their red arm bands, and couldn't take my eyes off them.  Luke and I felt like stalkers watching them eat, go on the bouncy thing, etc.  We ended up back in the metal building- which was hot- and sat two tables down, trying not to stare.  I told Luke that I had never been intimidated by a kid before- but how the heck did you break the ice here?

Their social worker must have noticed us, because she got up and walked away from them.  They were both looking at magazines from their goodie bags.  Luke and I took that time to go and visit.  The boy is 12 and the girl is 8 with blond hair and blue eyes.  We visited a while- asking what their favorite colors were.  His was blue and hers was purple.  They each won a toy and Luke and I helped them get it out of the package.  His was a dinosaur toy and hers a mermaid.  She likes dogs too- which is a good thing!

They were playing out by a table and she squealed, ran up to me and said Mommy.  My heart dropped.  I didn't know what to say.  I'm sure she's called lots of people Mommy before.  We visited with their social worker.  I was completely at peace with everything she told us. They are very close to each other- which Luke and I picked up on right away.

After what didn't seem like near long enough, they left.  Luke and I walked to the car talking non stop.  When we got in the car, I told him what the little girl and boy had said about their favorite colors.  Luke just looked over at me and said- look what we're wearing.  He had on a blue polo- and I have on a purple shirt.  I got chills.

I've emailed their adoption specialist, so now we're just being cautiously optimistic.  I don't know if these are our kids or not- but, we want God to get all the glory!