5 years ago today it started out as a normal day. I was in 5th grade and was patiently waiting to hear about the sister I had in China, but didn't 'know' yet.
Given, our agency had told us to be prepared, but they had told us that 3 times before when we were skipped. Getting my hopes up, I learned, was pointless because it would only end in tears and questioning.
I didn't get a phone call or text from my mom all day so I assumed that we hadn't heard anything because she would have said something, right?
I came home from school literally jumping to find out. We walked in the door to bright pink and lime green balloons, 'it's a girl!' signs, and my mom waiting on us. She never waited on us.
I knew we had gotten some information.
We sat down and my mom announced "We got the call!"
We were all completely thrilled. Here's the best part,
"it's a little girl. she lives in Xiushan, China and...well, she is 7 months old."
Squeals galore and excitement beyond belief. It was surreal.
oh how ridiculously blessed we are.