We took a drive. The exact drive we took last year at this time. To see someone special again. As we hit memorable landmarks, we'd say to each other things like, "This is where we called K (our social worker). Or "This is where we stopped to grab lunch." "This is the quilt shop that I peeked into to use the restroom (and buy a couple of yards of fabric)." Or, as we got very close... "Look this is the Toot n' Totem (convenient store name - who knew?) we were told to turn at." I'll always remember the Toot n' Totem one as it was only one block from The Hospital. It was a drive down memory lane to say the least. But this time, with a one year old in the backseat.
As one can imagine the trip last year was filled with excitement, nervousness, giddiness, and thrill...This year, we made the trip calmly. Definitely excited, and looking forward to meeting Beatrix's birthmother again, but calm knowing that we survived the greatest and sweetest surprise of our life. It was a good visit. I'm glad we drove the distance. I hope there will be more visits. And I look forward to sharing my memories of the trip with Beatrix one day. And of course, there's so much more emotion and detail involved in open adoption than what gets posted on this blog, but that's a story saved for only little Bea when she's ready to hear it.
On the way home, we stopped on the side of the road for a diaper change. After all, this is west Texas and one can drive for many, many miles without stumbling upon civilization. I love that. Mind clearing drives.
Anyhoo, I couldn't help but take out the camera as the wind was blowing like crazy with absolutely nothing to buffer the blow. Last year, we took similar shots on the way to The Hospital. One year later, a whole new person is posing in front of the camera. Stunning. Unbelievable. Pinch me so I know it's real - moments.