|Tucker. Photo by Donna Weeks.|
Then there was the message from Sharon Smallwood, the caseworker who had listened to us gripe about losing Nathan. "Jill, this is Sharon. Give me a call." It was Thursday before Good Friday. So we couldn't return Sharon's call till Monday, because the DCS office would be closed for Easter.
We didn't know what she wanted. But we were NOT expecting this; a baby boy, foster-to-adopt.
Could it be real this time? Or, was this just another case worker pulling our chain?
The process of picking up a child from foster care can be very surreal. We picked up Sharon and drove to the TN DCS office in Maynardville. It was about an hour drive from home. We had never been there. So Sharon was giving directions. Finally, she said, "There it is", pointing to the location.
Inside this little old building was a foster mother who was holding a baby boy that was to be ours. We were led to a room in the back where they handed him over to Jill; five and a half weeks old, and beautiful.
I asked Sharon how she came to call us for Tucker. "Isn't there some kind of waiting list?" We hadn't been waiting very long, in my opinion.
Sharon said, "You were the first ones I thought of when I heard about him." She told us how she'd told all the other case workers not to make any phone calls because she had a place for him. I knew then that God had smiled on us.