The evening of January 5th was a quiet, ordinary night. Christmas had passed, New Year’s had come and gone, and we were beginning 2015 watching the Harry Potter movies, settling into the third one. At 7:30, the phone rang, and as I picked it up, my heart began to beat faster. The caller ID showed our adoption agency. It was our social worker, and I could tell immediately that she had news. “Candace?” she began. “Do you have a minute to talk? Is Rob by you?”
Those are good words to hear for a waiting couple! We paused the movie and sat on the couch together. She began to tell us that a mother was interested in us for the adoption of her baby. We grabbed a piece of paper and I scribbled the information she shared with us, stopping to ask questions for clarification. She didn’t have a lot of fist-hand information herself, but she was reading what had been given to her by another social worker, the one who had met with the birth mother. At one point, she began to use the pronoun “she” to talk about the baby. She stopped and said, “Oh, so it must be a girl.” I remember writing on the paper “GIRL!” There were other things that came up, some that were quite concerning for us and the agency, but the bottom line was this: She was interested in us, and we could choose to meet her if it sounded like something we wanted to move forward with.
It didn’t take much thought. Yes! Yes, of course we wanted to meet her! We hung up, with the plan that we would talk again in the morning. Robby and I just stared at each other, smiling, shaking, completely in shock over what had just happened. We had pages of information, so once we had hugged (okay, maybe jumped and screamed a bit too), we looked through the info again and talked through it all.
I remember not wanting to sit down. I would just stand and pace and hop around. We called our parents, who were just as shocked as we were. None of us really knew how to feel. Excited, yes, but scared, hesitant, concerned.
Once we had made phone calls, we sat down together, and I told Robby that that very morning, I was praying and reading Scripture. I was reading the story of Adam and Eve, and when I came to the name of the garden, I had thought, “This is a beautiful name for a girl. If we ever have a baby girl, I think this could be her name.”
Two weeks later, our baby was home with us. Her name was Eden.