I'd like to thank...

My fabulous friend that received her referral Friday told me I was the first one she called. Not mom. Not dad. Me. Wow, what an honor! But then I got to thinking...I'm going to have to rearrange my "call" list! I had told my dad last weekend that I would call him first because he so badly wants to hear something good and I want him to be the first to know he has a grandson. Then, Saturday while I was at a baby shower for another soon to be AP (Shasta, I'd love to link your blog once you update with photos! Aubrey and Nicole did such a wonderful job of putting it all together) she told me she also wanted to be notified as soon as I received a referral and I joked that I was going to have to rearrange the call list. It got me thinking...is this what the celebrities go through when they win Oscars and forget to thank their husband or agent? I certainly don't want to leave anyone out because I know they would be upset. I'm going to have to create a calling chart of some sort and so far I have three columns of names and a separate column for those I need to e-mail. While there is a very short list of family and close friends, the rest are those I have connected with over adoption during the last two years. It feels nice to actually have to concern myself with this.

To be clear, my agency has not told me to expect anything as momentous as a referral, but I feel it is better to be prepared when unexpected greatness occurs.

Even before my mom had surgery last month, I got into this sort of zone. While in the zone I am not allowed to be a Debbie Downer, nor will I surround myself with Debbie Downers. Here is my anti-Debbie Downer anthem:

Honestly, how can you possibly frown when you hear that song? (unless it was the 300th time you have heard it today)