Becoming real...

A whirlwind of activity forecast! Next Monday we are meeting our little boy's social worker for the first time. She is coming here to our off-grid cliff-top home and quite what she'll make of it is anybody's guess but one thing you can say, for an adventurous little boy it's a pretty exciting place to grow up - acres of countryside all around, the sea to swim in, a pebbly beach and loads of rockpools at the end of the garden, a huge veg garden and a river to row in with Dad. But it does get cold in winter and we rely on candlelight and a range to heat our water - hey, you can't have it all!;)

On Wednesday 11th we have our panel date (our SW is coming tomorrow to talk through the finer points with us - what not to say etc! I'm worried that my nervous gabbing habit will land us in trouble so am planning to keep schtum unless someone asks me a pertinent question like, how come you two are so crazily poor? Eeeek, SW says our finances 'might well come up'.)

On Friday 13th - unlucky for some but amazingly lucky for us - we get to meet our little boy's foster carers for the first time. This makes me feel like a weepy and excitable Weeble toy - we will get to ask them questions about someone so unbelievably precious to us and he will begin to grow in our minds and hearts.

His SW is also going to bring a video of him when she comes to meet us. This makes us deliriously excited too - isn't it incredible, amazing, awe-inspiring how deeply and completely you can fall in love - hook, line and sinker - with someone you've never met? We've seen 5 pictures of him and read the things he likes doing (drinking milk, playing with his shoes and socks off - that's my boy!) and already he is precious to us, too precious to even convey in words.

It keeps making me think of that Velveteen Rabbit story, that by believing in this little person so much we are manifesting him all around us...each day he comes closer, becomes more real, a part of our lives.