Picking a family

Since I had so little time before Ryan's birth, and we were getting Ray's rights terminated, and we didn't know if he would be healthy, my baby was born and I had not yet chosen a family yet.

Ryan was out of the hospital and with the foster mom with the agency and was doing well. Ray's rights weren't terminated yet, but only a few more days had to pass that that would be completed, so mom and I went to the agency to look at profiles. They handed me two. At the time that didn't seem like a big deal, but now after speaking to other birth moms, that wasn't much to choose from. As it turned out, two was more than I needed. Mom took one and I started reading the other. The couple seemed really nice. He was a doctor that taught at a medical school back east and they had the huge house and the nice cars, etc. I hadn't even finished reading when mom shoved hers in my my hand and said this is the couple. I told her that I wanted to finish reading the one I started and she just said again, "these are the ones". I finished and handed her the profile that I was reading and picked up R. and J.'s profile. Immediately I could tell how much they loved each other from the letter they wrote. On the next page was the empty nursery that was in their home from previous failed adoptions. There were more pics of their family and a their dream home that they were planning to build on their land. Then I turned the page and my heart melted in my chest. I know is may seem silly, but there was a picture of R. standing in his cattle field in a pair of bib overalls. To most people that would mean nothing, but my grandpa wore bib overalls every day, and for some reason that spoke to me. I finished looking at the profile and with every word and every picture, I knew that my baby would have a home.