Five years ago this week I recieved a phone call that I will never in my life forget. Sara and I had yearned to start a family since the day we tied the knot and that dream became one HUGE step closer to reality on October 29, 2007.
We had started the adoption process 10 long months earlier and had pretty much come to the conclusion that we wouldn't be getting that phone call we so wanted from our adoption agency until after the new year. Hence when the phone rang with a 317 number and it was our agency director on the other line I was in a bit of shock. As she spoke in her very thick Russian accent I feverishly jotted down any and all info I could decipher. The magnitude of the fact that she was describing the boy that we had dreamt of was lost in that moment as I did everything I could to write down anything she could share. I can't adequately describe the feelings I was having when on the phone with her, but I will certainly never forget how it felt.
After hanging up I gathered myself for about a second and called Sara. The only problem was that she was in the middle of a conference and was unreachable. If I called her phone twice I called her a thousand times until she was finally able to pick up. I can remember exactly where I was on the interstate as I pulled over to make sure that I relayed everything I knew about the boy that would soon become our son.
His name was Georgiy Valeryavich Ivanov.
They called him Gorsha.
He was tiny.
He was born on December 4, 2006.
He lived in an orphanage in a city named Samara.
He had been diagnosed with many issues (which we found is common in Russia)
He spent the first couple months of his life in a hospital.
He was in good health now.
I rolled through each of these things with Sara on the phone as we each were in disbelief this was happening. After hanging up with her I drove the rest of the way home in quiet, trying to digest the fact that we would be leaving for Russia very soon to meet a boy that we had never seen a picture of, yet who would undoubtedly become the Lleyton of our dreams.