We're home from our blissful weekend that I'll post about in a little bit, but first the story about the sign. (and an opportunity for me to procrastinate on unpacking and straightening up!)
We went to the Night Light Christian Adoption Center last Wednesday to meet with a couple of people and learn more about the process. This agency had come highly recommended by some family friends.
Sean and I walk in and sit down, slightly nervous. Across from us are two wing chairs that are upholstered in the same teddy bear embroidery fabric as Mac's first scrapbook. No, that's not the sign, but it did give me a good feeling about the place for some reason.
First we met with a woman to get a few answers about the Snowflake Embryo Adoption program they run...we were curious and just wanted to learn more. After talking for a few minutes we were fairly certain that actually the domestic adoption would be the better option for us. However, we kept chatting and I mentioned the process I'd been going through to arrive at choosing adoption and how I had kind of wanted a "sign" to make sure we were on the right path. She shared that her 4 1/2 year old son was adopted and the few signs that she had. Do you know what her son's name was?
Griffin
Yes, Griffin.
Maybe that's not a sign to you...just a coincidence, with Griffin being our last name. However, it was ALSO McIntosh's twin brother's name. Two little boys named Mac and Griff was the plan. It didn't turn out that way though. I always said I would get my Griffin...that it was meant to be. I got my Griffin, Sean Griffin...and we have the family I dreamed of with him and Mac...it was meant to be.
We signed up right then and there for the domestic adoption program. We're on our way...and it was meant to be. I got my sign.