phone and had several missed calls from ben and our social worker. with a mouthful of cereal, i anxiously dialed ben’s number. he answered with, “are you ready to meet him?” i squealed and some of my cereal landed on the carpet.
in a whirlwind of excitement, i packed our bags and waited for ben to come home.
on our way out the door with bags in hand, ben stopped me and gave me a big kiss. our son was on his way into the world!
the 2-hour drive to the hospital felt much longer. we were stuck in traffic about 15 minutes out when we received a picture from the social worker. 