I was out to dinner with my friend Erika when I got the call. I almost didn’t answer but she called twice in a row and we have rule, if we call twice, it’s an emergency. I quickly answered, chocking back a bite. She told me she was packing. For what I asked confused. To go pick up her little boy.
The last 5 years vanished in seconds. Our lives changed. It was like that thing in the back of your head nagging you, not letting you be fully happy was gone. The clouds cleared and the sun came beaming down. The pain of wanting and uncertainty were blown away. I wanted to jump up on the table and scream to the restaurant that I was going to be an aunt. That it was over. The journey was over and this precious little boy found the parents that were meant to be his. But thankfully I didn’t and I sat back down. I would have paid money to be there the first time they met. To watch my sister become a mother and Clint a father. I truly believe it’s no different than the feelings you have in the delivery room. The emotion of having perfection placed in your arms.
Our little boys are 5 weeks apart. We are raising our kids together just like we always dreamed about. We text and call each other every day with stories and questions. The past is a bad memory we don’t talk about. But I would bet if you asked Amy and Clint they would do it all again to be where they are today.