February 24th, 2016
So I know what you're thinking? She has awoken from a coma and forgotten what year and what day it is. Answer, no, but it's Hump Day which has me thinking about the weekend. Read on and find out why this date and why this past weekend in particular are of significance for our family.
A year ago February 24th, I was busy at work. Busy with students, papers to grade and 'stuff' to finish. I never thought in a million years that this day would mark anything of significance.
The end of the school day drew to a close and I so casually walked to my office. Let's make this clear, I never casually walk anywhere. It's not that I'm always in a hurry, but I can't stand when people meander. I walked back to my office that day not anticipating, not hoping, just meandering and saying my goodbyes for the night to my students who passed by. When I saw that Tony had called a billion times, or maybe more like 5, I still didn't jump to any conclusions. When the text came in that said, 'call me, big news', I was expecting for him to announce he had received a raise or that he had closed a major deal. To be honest, I didn't rush to call him and when I FINALLY called him back (his words not mine, it was a 2 minute wait maximum) all he had to say was 'we got the call' and I knew what it meant.
That moment is so hard to explain. It's feels a world away and yet just like yesterday. I compare it to another day, 6 years earlier, when I found I was pregnant. In those moments it feels like your brain is processing the information at sloth speed yet your heart is beating so hard and quickly it's likely to jump out of your chest.
Once the call came in I was on cloud nine. I immediately left the building to head home and to call my parents. Unlike announcing a pregnancy, where you wait until it's safe to tell, I wanted everyone to know and quickly. I didn't care if both of my parents were in the same room when I told them, I just needed to tell them. We finished our initial rounds of phone calls quickly and sat, looking at the photos that had been sent over by our social worker. We spent that restless night and the subsequent days with a permanent smile glued to our faces. It was a grin of sorts and everyone in our family, including our Mia donned it. It had happened, we had finally gotten the call.
So, in a nutshell that's it, that's how February 24th became a BIG day for us and subsequently that whole weekend has become the best kind of memory because we celebrated our news, our family's news all weekend long. It's the best kind of phone call one can receive!