A dear friend gave my son CJ a perfect book entitled God Found Us You. It is one I have already read to him many times and I have a feeling will soon become a much loved on book. While reading the book to CJ tonight as he fell asleep, I was thinking over the multiple times I have shared his adoption story. About the time foster care had been placed on my heart, my dream to adopt a newborn baby with Down syndrome was also placed on my heart. I was thinking later on in life, and either was married or had decided to start my family without Prince Charming. While waiting to get a call for my foster child, I signed up with the National Down syndrome Adoption Network. Earlier in the week – my foster daughter, Thing 1, sees my Reece's Rainbow Christmas Angel Tree ornaments on my counter and asks about them. I tell her they are babies who don't have moms. She proceeds to inform me that I should be the mom. Birthday – Thing 1 turns five and we have a cupcake party at our house. She and her brother, aka Thing 2, go to bed before really having a chance to play with their new toys. Earlier in the day, mid-afternoon to be exact, a baby boy had been born in Tampa, FL. Day 2 - At school I notice I have an email from Stephanie at NDsAN asking me to call her. She says there is a baby boy just born with Down syndrome and asks if I am interested in being one of the options birth mom chooses from. I say sure, wanting to always at least turn the key on every door in life. I didn’t really give it much thought outside the on-going communication with Stephanie as I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Day 3 - 4pm Stephanie calls back and says the baby boy is mine! OMG! I sat in my car to call my mother. Then I picked up the kids to take them to their mom's house. Early on in the drive, I call a friend to share my crazy news. Thing 1 wants to know details and proceeds to inform me from the back seat that I "can't come back unless I am this baby's mommy". We talk about how this means I can't care for them come the end of their weekend with their parents. She is more than ok with that and says I should go get this baby. Days 4 & 5 - I run around like crazy and only stay sane because my dear friend is my brain the entire weekend. Days 6 & 7 - Arrive in Tampa during the evening of Nov. 19th, exactly one year to the date of me going to the hospital to pick up my very first foster daughter. God had found me CJ and the rest may not be history, at least not yet!