Pass the Kleenex

We received the first draft of our Homestudy report today via email! I can't explain exactly why, but this document has made me very emotional. Perhaps actually seeing on paper that someone has authorized us to be parents has done this to me, or maybe it's that this document is a compilation of our lives that have brought us to this point. Maybe it's the fact that our social worker wrote so beautifully about our relationship and immense desire to adopt and raise Grace with such a strong love and devotion. None-the-less, I'm weepy.

When I read "Mr. and Mrs. B have been unable to conceive a child biologically and have experienced multiple miscarriages" I felt a bit of confirmation, for lack of a better word. Yes, we ARE infertile. Yes, we HAVE lost multiple babies. All of the hell we've been through has been realized and is now over with. We ARE permitted to adopt one little Chinese angel, 0-12 months old, to love and cherish forever. We ARE recommended as excellent parents. After all of our struggles to achieve our family, those words are like sweet music to our ears.