Have to vent

Ok. I have to vent or I'm going to go crazy.

We're selling our house and are moving in 2 days. When negotiating the price of our house, we finally compromised with the potential buyers for a price 1K lower than we paid a year ago and 1K lower than the appraisal we had done at that time.

Fast foward to last week. Their appraisal was done and it came back 6K lower then the one we had done a year ago. After much gnashing of teeth with the mortgage company, it seems our appraiser way over-appraised the house and it's not really worth that much after all. So, we were duped I guess. So, down goes the purchase price 5K for the buyers. Great news for them, not so great for us as we'll have to pay in at closing now. That's fine, but we're dropping the 1K we were going to pay for them at closing.

that's what we thought. Nope, their realtor will not let us out of the contributing towards closing costs. On top of that, they want a $375 home warranty.

The next cannon to be shot at us was the inspection. Their inspector found trivial things wrong with the house......electrical stuff mostly, but they want it ALL fixed. Even things that he just recommended be inspected or checked out, they want it done.....at our expense. So, we've fixed what we can ourselves, cause we have no money to pay for all this with after the news that we had to pay in at closing. You'd think they'd be more than happy to do the rest themselves.

Well, they would. But their realtor is INSISTING that we have it fixed or they're backing out.

So, here we sit, getting the raw end of the deal on this. They, however, are being blessed beyond measure. 5K less for the house, help with closing costs, less down payment, new wiring, and much much more.

I'm trying to be content no matter the circumstance, but it sure is hard!

WE HAVE A REFERRAL!

On the morning of July 6, the last thing I was thinking about was the adoption. OK, so maybe it was somewhere floating around in my mind, but I had resigned myself to the fact that it may take a few more weeks that previously thought. There just weren't any girls being born. Several referrals had gone out in the past few weeks, but they were all baby boys. Now, I love boys, but in my heart, I knew that God intended for us to adopt a girl. So, I waited.

The boys had been at my parents house for a couple of days so I could get some packing done for our move. My mom brought them back on Wednesday morning and was hanging out for a while waiting for lunch. I was about to sit down on the couch when the phone rang. Thinking it was Kyle, I didn't rush to answer it. When I picked up the phone and saw the 214 area code, I knew it was Traci (our agency director).

I answered and heard the soothing voice on the other end of the phone (Traci really should have been a therapist, her voice is so calm). "Rebecca, this is Traci. How are you?" My heart went to my shoes. Was this "the call", I wondered?

She went on to ask if we had moved yet, and made small chit chat, then said "the reason I'm calling is......." then there was a pause. I thought to myself something's wrong with our paperwork or she's calling to tell me that it's going to be a while to wait.

But then I heard the words "I have a baby girl for you." Now, I had waited for this moment for quite a few months, and thought I had my reaction all planned out.....tears, crying, drama. But, none of that happened. All I could say was "you do?" Then "I'm so excited." Then I think I attacked Traci with hundreds of questions she wasn't prepared to answer.

After my brain started functioning again, I heard her say "I just sent an email to your inbox." I ran to the computer to check it and it couldn't come fast enough even with high-speed internet. I didn't even read the wording in the email, but clicked on the 1st picture. There she was. Her cheeks were so chubby that I had to laugh. All our boys were 6lbs and under, so I'm used to seeing scrawny (is that a Mississippi word?) babies, not chubby ones. As I looked at the the pictures Traci had sent, all I could think was there she is, there she is. It was very surreal.

After getting off the phone with Traci, I called Kyle at work. He had pretty much the same reaction....just complete dumbfoundness I think. Not really knowing what to say. After a couple of days, it began to sink in that she was here. This was (or will be) our baby girl.

Now, I sit wondering what she's doing, if she's eating enough or too much, does she spit up a lot, is she healthy, are they taking care of her, does she sleep well, does she cry alot...and on and on and on.

But for now, I'll just wonder. On July 29, I'll get to meet this precious child and hold her. For a week, I will spend every moment with her, learning her personality, her schedule, and find out the answers to my many questions. I'll meet her foster mom and confirm that she is, indeed, being well taken care of. I'll get a few fleeting days to spend with this soon to be daughter of mine. Then I'll give her back to the foster mom and come home, left to wonder again. But, just for those days, I'll have the wonder of watching her and praising God that from the beginning of time, He planned this child to be ours.