That day is also the twelve year anniversary of the passing of Christy's dad, Jesse. We knew Wednesday night that we would be receiving a phone call on Thursday (9/30). We went to work as usual (we both work at Public Health) and waited all morning long. Did I mention the L O N G morning? At lunch time, we drove to the cemetery with flowers and an American flag (Jesse was in the Army). The phone rang just as we turned the corner to enter the cemetery.
We both knew it was THE CALL as I struggled to rip the phone from my pocket. Pulling over to the side of the road, I released my seat belt and picked up just before the call went to voice-mail. I always have a pen and shouted at Christy for a piece of paper. There on the side of the road, across from the cemetery, I feverishly began to scribble the first details of our daughter. After so many years of waiting... we were both excited... yet somewhat reserved.
When the phone call had ended, we conversed for awhile, amazed the day had finally arrived. We then proceeded into the cemetery to pay our respects to Jesse. While we knew a first picture of our daughter was waiting in our e-mail... we opted to have lunch first. After enduring so many years in a holding pattern, another 45 minutes was but a drop in the bucket. We used the time to fill our tummies at La Mina and reflect upon all the years of waiting. It was a rather surreal lunch... both barely daring to believe all those hollow years of waiting might actually be reaching a conclusion.
Back at work, we downloaded the first picture of our daughter together. The picture above is our first family photo.
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