A (not so) baby step

Last night I packed up all of our home study history packet we have been gathering for three weeks.  I made copies, carefully organized it the way they asked, wrote a big fat check and sealed it.  The envelope seemed plain to me, so I added a little washi tape.  I tucked it in my purse and got so excited I took a picture.

This is our first big step.  It's the first big chunk of money, it's coming from our savings, and it's non-refundable.  Once our adoption agency receives this packet, complete with notarized proof of all our entire life, we start the home study process of approving us as a prospective adoptive family.

Seriously, that packet is so precious to me.  

I ran by the post office to walk it in, waited in line, and the nice postal worker asked me if I needed a signature for it.  I thought about the 30,000 times we signed everything in there and laughed a little.  "No, thanks."  Then I watched him toss it on a pile with everyone else's mail and move on to the next customer.   Our whole life, most of our money, sealed with washi, in a pile of mail.

​Adoption is hard.