So my weekend was something like this:

Saturday: clean out the garage. Throw out a ton of stuff that we should have thrown out the week before. I mean, we should have sold in the garage sale the week before. Yeah, that’s it.

Sunday: Go to church, twice. Go out to eat with the kids (always an adventure). Go to the park. Go get the tire fixed since I ran over a screw. Quoting my son: “You’re in trouble, I’m gonna tell mom you broke her car.”

Monday: drive several hours to testify in court that I will love my little girl and accept her into my family. It took twenty seconds after the defense rested to terminate parental rights on her (non) mom. It was well worth the drive.

And that brings us to today, and I’ve just spent three hours working on a volunteer project and I’m dog tired but can’t sleep. That just sucks. It’s 1 AM.

Update: THANK YOU for all the well wishes!

I’m sorry if I was too vague; what happened monday is they terminated rights on the biological parents. The adoption process is now ready to begin, and if we are lucky it will be finished by Christmas. It’s a complicated yet simple thing; the agency and we need to jump through several hoops to finalize things (for example, everyone needs a physical exam to make sure we’re healthy enough, she has to go to the dentist, she has to visit a child psychologist, etc.). After all the forms are filed and all the various agencies are satisfied, then we finally will go to court and a judge will sign the order making her officially part of the family, with a new last name and everything. There will be a party, oh yes, there will be a party.

I could write a very lengthy narrative about Monday, and will, but I don’t think I’ll post it here until everything is said and done – for privacy reasons. Drop me a line by e-mail if you want to know more; you know I love to talk! I may try and post a few tidbits if I can do it in a way that doesn’t seem not right.