Thirty two years ago today a miracle happened. We were able to adopt a most beautiful baby boy.
My friends know our story . . .
13+ years of marriage.
5 first trimester miscarriages
delivered a baby at 5 months pregnant
an ectopic pregnancy that burst
and then . . .
At the time, I was working at TWA.
Only a few people I worked with knew we had been trying to adopt.
We had been turned down by Catholic Charities because we were too old.
(Bill was 37 and I was 35!)
foreign adoptions were proving way too difficult
(remember this was the early 80's and the world was not quite as small as it is now).
My friend at the airline happened to take someone's place on a night shift.
A phone call came in from an adoption lawyer in Washington D.C.
He himself was adopted and had just located his birth brother
and was making reservations to fly to California to meet him for the first time.
My friend told him that I was trying to adopt and was having a difficult time because of our age.
He asked that I call his office (which, of course I did)
and told me that he had a friend in St. Louis who had just opened an adoption agency.
I was to call the St. Louis guy first and if he couldn't help, call the Washington lawyer back.
I made the phone call to the St. Louis guy.
We went thru a year of questions, forms, home visits and then . . .
a miracle in just one year.
We were able to adopt our baby boy.
He was 4 1/2 months old and beautiful.
The most wonderful Christmas gift we could have ever received.
Bill called him our lottery ticket. And yes, we definitely won.
Happy Gotcha Day baby boy.
We love you more than you'll ever know.