Tuesday, October 28, 2008
There goes my heart again
I saw the back of his head through the window of a minivan once, but I didn't realize that it was one of those perfect, round little baby heads that you want your cheek to rest on forever.
How could I have known?
Is it possible that my future son has been living three blocks away since August? That I've heard him babble and wail on the other end of a phone line? That I've stood in a living room and chatted as he slept in a bedroom just above my head?
Does that really happen?
Apparently, it can. And it may have.
I spent the morning with Baby Boy. Felt him in my arms. Kissed his cheeks. Watched him transfix dh with his big brown eyes. Giggled alongside his dimply grins.
Fell in love.
The social worker called just minutes after he left. What did we think? Is this a go?
Oh, yeah. This would be a definite go.