The Day We Met

The day we met has two stories brought together by two songs.

I remember I met Michael on February 11, 2000 online, totally random as we had a favorite show in common and were on the threads late one night.
I knew fate had intervened and a song I would not normally have thought to be a favorite followed me where ever I went, whether it be in a grocery store, on the radio in a car, playing in an airport, you name it, it came on. The song was, "I Try" by Macy Gray. It even followed Michael into a San Francisco concert, "Built to Spill" who randomly covered it one night. It was ridiculously in our face, so much so, it had to be a sign.

We were in Russia and had just left our little one in the orphanage (one of the most difficult tasks in an adoption and one, which will wear on us for the next few months), and I remember staring out the back seat of the car while the music played. It was a selection our coordinator had to put together, some in English, others in Russian.
A song played, which caught my attention, maybe it was just perfect for the moment as I had so many emotions stirring inside my body.
The artist sang,
"I love being around you, you make it easy, easy as 1,2, 1, 2, 3,4
There's only one thing to do
Three words for you, I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you"
-The Plain White T's

I kept the song in my head for the next 24 hours or so until we got home. I knew the voice was familiar to me. I looked it up and found the artist and from there on out, the song has come into our lives, whether at a restaurant, in a store, or in the car, it has followed us and not randomly but at times when we need the song or catch it completely by surprise.

Today, was one of those days and I am sure possibly some "to-be mothers" and "those who have been through this process" can completely relate too.

So, I was walking through my little town, breathing deeply, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the wait, the lack of communication about our little one, and I picked up my iced tall nonfat double latte from Starbucks, my daily life saver and decided to say hello to my favorite local children's boutique. I walked in, checking to see if they have anything new and the owner, the sweetest, hippest lady I just adore said hello like normal and asked how I was. Out of fricken' no where tears just start strolling down my eyes like they had been doing it all along. She looked startled and said, "I guess it isn't a good day, did you hear something?" I said, trying to gain composure, "No, nothing new, I guess the wait is just getting to me or something." Next thing I knew she was coming around handing me tissue and giving me a hug. Oh man, where did that come from??
Well, within, I kid you not, one minute of my mini break down, the song began playing and I just sat there dabbing my eyes and listening to it with a bit of a smile.
I realized it came on, gave me comfort and hope.

The hope, which is all Michael and I have to live with right now. There is nothing like saying to two parents, "You need to go and bond with him, see how you do with him" then we fall in love with him and then are told, "but don't get attached, nothing is for certain".

Well, I know legally they have to tell us this, but in no way does it lend to the reality of your emotions and the ups and downs it can cause, the not knowing, the reality it could be 2-3 months still, possibly longer.
The reality we have to do more paper work over again since it is going to be such a long time.

I guess what I am saying it is strange where life takes you, down the paths you never thought you would be on no matter how worth it, it is in the long run.

Maybe all of this will be just a memory, however I never want to forget the journey it took to get to where we want to be.