I have only a few minutes to write this, so I'll dispense with my inclination to properly introduce the topic and jump right to the point.
Last Thursday afternoon we learned we'd been chosen to adopt a baby the next day. I'm sure you can imagine the frenzy of the following twenty hours. I'll tell you all about it another time; it's a pretty dramatic tale as your imagination has certainly already concluded.
So last Friday at around noon we met our six-day-old healthy baby boy. Yes, your math is right – the Jewish couple is adopting a Christmas baby. And we brought him home on New Year's Day to a house full of family and friends who fell in love with him as quickly and fully as we have.
Meet Owen William Piper Werker. He's a chill, expressive little dude who likes neck nuzzles and Simon & Garfunkel.
We're going to lay low for the next couple of weeks during the 30-day revocation period during which the birth mom can change her mind. After that, I'll tell you loads more, and will by then be a little more used to our new sleep schedule, which will render me more capable of coherent blogging and discussion. For now, if this is the first you've heard about adoption from me, you can read what I've written about it over the last year.
Now it's now about time I finish the little baby blanket I started knitting months ago. Thankfully I have only a few more rows to go. I figure it'll take me a week, at this rate.
Happy New Year!