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During the summer of 1980 Bob and I spent most of our time working in the yard: trimming, cutting, weeding, and replanting. We’d lived in our home for nearly two years now, and there was still so much to do. Changes we wanted to make ... inside and outside of our house. It was good to have projects.

The summer wore on. One afternoon we received a phone call from Bob’s sister, Arlene. She and her husband were visiting their daughter in Florida. Arlene was frantic. Her teenage son had been in an accident. An elderly driver had hit Mike on his bike as he crossed an intersection. Could we go to the hospital? she asked. Could Mike stay with us for a few days until she and Dave returned home?

So Mike lived with us for a little while. It was a look into our future, I thought. I took him to the dentist, shopping, played “mom” to him until his own mom and dad got back. It wasn’t really a look into our future, I later realized. It was much too normal for that.

I staged the nursery with a bentwood rocker, a small table, and a lamp. At least I felt like I was doing something to move the process of adoption along. Keep planning. Keep setting things up. Do something! Two years was a long time to wait.