Tomorrow afternoon Puppy and I will head off to the airport to greet his first mom, K. I'm so glad the day is finally here.
I'm trying to keep the "schedule" low-key. K is coming primarily to see Puppy, so I'm working off the theory that keeping him happy is one of the keys to a good visit. My favorite moments with Puppy often happen when we're doing something he enjoys and he's filled with that unadulterated toddler joy. I'd love for her to have some moments like that with him, too. So on Friday we're going to storytime at the library, riding the carousel and playing in the park. Saturday we're having a St. Patrick's Day dinner with my parents (there is not a holiday that goes unmarked in my mother's home). I made an appointment for K and Puppy to have their picture taken (an idea I got here). She's especially excited about that.
An online friend was telling me about her first extended visit with her son's birth mom, how the three adults stayed up late that first night sitting around the kitchen table talking about the adoption, the child they shared, and just life in general. I think some version of that is what I want most for myself.
We are doing that frantic, last-minute house cleaning you do even though you know your house guest doesn't care. It's late and we're tired but full of nervous energy.
She's coming, she's coming!