He's not mine

Since we're all but certain we're switching to Guatemala we've started looking at agencies. One of them, the one the wonderful Chew used. Anyway it was slow at work today, and I got to call them and chat. They were really nice. I don't know for certain that we're going with them, but I don't know we aren't.

Anyway.

About a half hour later she called me and said we might have a child for you. He's two. (Old for us) Did I want to take a look. I didn't. I mean, we really want a baby or newborn. REALLY. But I did.

I looked at a beautiful smiling boy. His eyes were full of mischief and his smile was genuine. He was just beautiful. But he wasn't mine.

I don't know how I'll know. I don't know except that I will know.

Comments

[baggage]

I just knew. I think you will too.

[Amyesq]

Good for you. Believe me, I know what you mean.

[Jenny]

You will know when you see your baby. You will know!

[Terri]

We had to take a pass (god that sounds awful) on a baby for a domestic adoption. We just didn't feel like she was ours. And she wasn't. We made the right choice and so did you.
It's painful, I know.

[Perrin]

I hope you have an easy time of it. Good luck. You will know what is right.