How it all started.

At baseball practice tonight, I was telling stories, as usual, instead of watching my kids practice.  People seemed to be enjoying the stories, so I thought I might share them.  So, here's how it all started:

I was working in the lab one day, back in 2001, when somebody yelled, "Cathy, you've got a phone call." "What?" I said.  "I don't have time for a phone call!"  "Well, they have a southern accent."  Oh my gosh, I thought.  It might be Texas.

You see, Texas is where our adoption agency was....is.  So, I hurried to the phone.

"Hello?" 

"Hello. Is this Mrs. Wilcox?" 

"Yes."  

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"So, are you doing anything this weekend?"

"Yes, my husband is graduating from medical school tomorrow and our parents are coming into town for the weekend.  Why?"  Oh my gosh, Oh, my gosh!

"Well, we have a baby boy we'd like to tell you about.  He's 7 days old.  Do you think you could fly to Texas tomorrow?"

"What?"  Oh my gosh!

So, he graduated from medical school on Thursday, we put together a baby's room on Friday, with the help of our parents, and on Saturday we flew to Texas.