Okay you might want to pour yourself a glass of wine because this is going to be a very long post, but well worth reading. On January 6, I saw my son's face for the first time. I had no idea it was going to happen. I came home from school and was checking my adoption Facebook sites and my friend Olivia had mentioned that an agency, who was not mine, had some beautiful children who were available. Then I did something, I asked to see a picture, and that was it. I had an immediate sense of nervousness. I don't even know if I can call it nervousness, but it was something I could not explain. I knew going after the sweet boy would not be easy because I would have to leave my agency. I had spent two years and lots of money with this agency with no referral and now here I was staring into the most beautiful black eyes of a little curly haired boy. I spent the next couple of days praying, crying, and very anxious. Was I going to go for this little boy, who in my ey...
