From the Beginning...

Oh geez, where do I begin?
Thursday January 3rd I got a call from the social workers at CSSB (catholic social services) and they started giving me details about a little boy to see if we wanted to be considered for his case. Well I was calm and cool at first because I had just emailed them the day before and I figured they were just calling me up to give me an update about if we'd been shown lately and so on. So very quickly I realize this might be the real thing so I start shaking. I had to call Michael but he was slammed at work and could barely get a free moment to talk to me. We ended up deciding to order pizza for dinner and have a serious discussion. By the time we were both home, before that Pizza Hut box was set down on the counter, we both knew we wanted to go for it. We called the social worker at home and she gave us the specifics of where he was and how we could get to him. We decided to meet her up here in Ashland on Saturday morning.