School was finished, and I had just dropped off dinner for our friends who have a new baby. Then I cooked/heated up dinner for us. Kraft mac and cheese, edamame, and leftover meat from Beirut (a yummy Lebanese restaurant). Super gourmet! P'Nui, Tyndall and I had eaten and Matt came home after he finished his parent conferences. We were talking like normal, and then I glanced at my phone. I hadn't heard the notification.
Here's what I saw. A Line message from our social worker:
I gasped and put my hand over my mouth and screamed with joy. The rest of the family started saying, "what? what?!" And I said, "We were matched!" Then screamed again (sorry, neighbors). And we told Tyndall, "you're getting a brother or a sister soon!" We started dreaming out loud. Boy? Girl? Both? "Tyndall, do you think it's a brother or a sister?" Tyndall was running in circles and dancing around the house.
Talk about shocked! We did NOT expect to be told about a match through a message, nor did we even know that the matching board was meeting. Shock! Excitement! Nervousness!
Later in the evening, we were talking with Tyndall. "Remember, T, your brother or sister probably won't speak English. They will be nervous, and they might be scared to come into our home. We are going to have to be very patient." T says: "That's okay. 'Member when we were Thai and someone learned us how to speak English?" I posted that statement on Facebook, but it's even better knowing the context. He's practicing empathy for his future brother/sister.
Then we started calling (and waking up) family in the States. P'Nui told the Wattanabanjonkuls when she was leaving, so they came over to share in our excitement. We called friends and cried tears of joy. So much unknown, but soooooooooo much joy!
Had a hard time going to sleep that night, and I found this picture on Pinterest. The words were absolutely perfect.
You are loved, little one, and we can't wait to meet you!