My first phone call was to Angie (#2 on the AGCI waiting list for boys). We had made plans to get together at my house at 3pm. This would be our first face-to-face meeting since we "met" on December 20 on the listserv (AGCI's chat group). You can imagine how shocked we were to find out that not only do we live in the same city in KY but also shop at the very same grocery store! Our houses are less than two miles apart! Only God could put this story together. After seeing my listserv posting about being #1 on the boys list Angie sent me an email to "introduce" herself. She suggested I find her on facebook. I did, and when her photo came up it said we had one mutual friend. "How strange" I'm thinking? I take a look at her profile and see my city and my state!! Both of us using an adoption agency in Oregon, both of us adopting infant boys, back to back on the waiting list! Unreal.
Rusty got home and was covered in white primer--he literally looked like a ghost! He had been painting a basement! I had one photo up on one laptop and another photo up on the other laptop and then some printed in the chair! It was "surround sound Evan!" He goes up to get in the shower and the chaos begins...
Angie and her darling baby boy (homegrown) come over at 3 and we rejoice over our referral and goo over the photos, but not for long because her cell phone starts ringing. The ID says AGCI. She says "it's probably just my check in call". And that's when the screaming began! It was her referral call and she freaked out! At this point my friends Angelia and Stephanie are both at the house and we are all crying and clapping and jumping up and down. The kids come up from the basement to see what all the commotion is about. I bet Angie wasn't at my house for 15 minutes total. She packed up her son and flew back out to get home and continue the phone call with her husband and their computer!! It was AMAZING to get to share that moment with her! We were instant friends because of our common cause and now we are undoubtedly friends for life because of the way God has so beautifully knit our stories together.
The next few hours was a whirlwind of phone calls and visits. I felt as high as a kite, exactly how I felt after giving birth each time. I was sure I wouldn't sleep because the adrenaline was so strong.
Angie and her husband Matt came back over around 7 and we celebrated together over pizza. The kids played and we got to see the photos of their handsome son Micah. God is good.