eight

Only 8 more days until we meet our daughter.

Our lovelygirl.

The torrents of rain pouring out of the sky began minutes after we entered the DSHS building. Up the creaking elevator, down several corriders and finally into the room we had set our sights on. The set of SEVEN whole volumes, in 2" thick binders looked omnious as they were strewn about on the large table when we walked in the office.  They had warned us to expect at least 3 hours of wading through all her information, and they were not kidding!

But, lest you all fear for your sanity when it is your turn, let me reassure you...ALOT is merely repeated over and over.  Redundancy in its finest. Also, in our case, we had to hunt through and find lovelygirl's information, which was tucked in here and there amongst the other children that were in the home at the time that DHS got involved.

The great news for us?

After each volume was read through, a sigh of relief was given.  By the time we got to volume 7, (Oh, did I mention that 7 is a lucky number? lol) a huge wave of relief had washed over us.

There wasn't anything new in her files that we didn't already know about.  No hidden surprises. No freak out moments.  No reasons to run.  Nada. Nothing. YAY!

The confidence this brings is immense.  IWe can plan. We can prepare.  We know what to expect. (well, always expect the unexpected, right?)

Our lovelygirl.  

Be prepared tho, to see things that might disturb you.  Pictures or graphic detail of why this kiddo is in the system in the first place. Tears your heart up.  Makes you angry.  Makes you deeply, deeply sad for them.

Wow, the Mama Bear rose up within me...Grrrrrrrrrrrrr how could anyone do anything to hurt a child????  Hurt our lovelygirl? 

I will dream of her tonight.

Our lovelygirl.

Eight. More. Days.

Eight.

Lovelygirl.