His Face: Our Referral

The post I have been waiting years to write, and I don't even know how how to explain it to you. I'll let the photos do most of the talking.

Half-time of the Iron Bowl and my phone rings. Catherine, our saint of a case manager, says hello. I knew this was it, and I grabbed Adam's arm. My gracious response to Catherine? " Can you please tell me why you are calling me right now?"She told me that she was going to make my Thanksgiving a little happier, and I bolted out of the room into the kitchen.

We get her on speakerphone, and she tells us...

 We have a son. 

Shock. Disbelief. 

I will never, for the rest of my life, forget the look on this man's face in this moment. 

So completely and wholly overcome. 

So thankful. 

So overjoyed. 

So glad this woman got to be a part of it. 

 And then we saw his precious face, another face that I will never forget for as long as I live. 

It is etched into my memory. 

Joy. 

My main man looking at my little man. 

 God did it. He brought us here. He brought us this little life to love. 

We are so humbled, awed and blessed by God's faithfulness in our life and in the life of our son. 

 We are parents! 

And we could NOT be happier! 

We would love nothing more than to show you our son's face, but we cannot share it yet. If you see me in person, though, please ask! I am likely to have 30 copies of his picture in my purse and a few dozen more on my phone. 

"He has made everything beautiful in its time." 

Love, 

Baylor 

**I am eternally indebted to my sis-in-law to be, Farren, for being quick on her feet and grabbing her phone to record and document this incredible night.**