The Rest of the Story

So who was to know that I would have a day late Mother's Day gift at the time of the above photo.  Mother's Day was wonderful for me as it was!  My parents came in town, to help out with our garage sale/Mehandis watch as well as visit.  We enjoyed a great dinner of jumbalaya together as well as french toast al fresco the following morning.   Mehandis delivered my fave flowers, a bouquet of tulips to me (with a little help from Grandma & Grandpa.  The 3 M's then traveled south to join Michael's parents and sister for more Mother's Day celebrating.  I received some thoughtful cards from Michael's family... and got to kick back while Michael did much of the dinner prepping :)  Ooh, forgot to mention that my husband gave me an incredibly sweet gift card to enjoy during an outing with a friend.  A wonderful weekend with wonderful people.

But then Monday came!

My phone rang at 1:15 during a speech session with two kindergarden students.  I jumped up to check... as has been my habit the past several months.  And the caller ID said CHSFS!  I answered calmly telling me that it could be our specialist just checking in (as has been her habit once a month the past 6 months).  But then she asked if my husband was available - a big clue of big news about to be shared.  I told her my husband wasn't available since I was at work, to which she asked if she should talk to me at a later time.  Of course I answered "No!  Now works great."  The students were quickly sent back to their class with promises of stickers to come.  Then the news of Abera was shared.

I called Michael right after we hung up.  Together, over the phone were able to look at the 10 page email, all about Abera, which our specialist immediately sent.  I forgot that it would have his picture in it :)  Michael got to that first while I was reading away.  Awesome!

We had to wait a couple of days to share our news with friends and family, to which God wanted to lend me a helping hand by giving a bout of laryngitis.  Guess He didn't know that by noon on Wednesday I could have the gag order removed.  I could only croak out every fourth word when we got word that all the paperwork was in and we had officially accepted the referral of this one month old boy!  I needed to email the news to my parents since I could not speak at all clear enough to communicate over the phone.  Pretty funny.  I stayed on vocal rest for the rest of the day and night (except for a couple of pitiful phone attempts) and was pretty much recovered by Thursday.  Never had I wanted to cheer and share so much and be unable to!!!  A good joke on me.