15 years ago, today (tonight, rather), I was seated at the piano in Normandy Church’s sanctuary, waiting to begin a musical production. This little 7 year old blonde headed boy, whom I’d never seen before, came up to me, handed me a bag.
“Here. We made these cookies for you.”
I asked his name, and he shyly said, “Joey.”
I shook his hand, and thanked him for the Valentine’s cookies he had helped make, and asked to which family he belonged.
“I don’t know their names but it’s that guy back there.”
I turned to look into the audience, and there sat my dear friend, Bill Hetzer, who waved.
“Oh! You’re Joey!”
I gave him a hug, and then immediately turned my attention to the stage where the producer was welcoming the audience to our production.
Joey had come to stay with Bill & Kay for one of his first weekend visits which was a part of the adoption process. Only 8 months earlier, Bill and I sat eating our lunch at Yankee Trace when I admitted that I was considering adoption. Bill looked up, laid down his fork, and leaned in, “Kay and I were just talking about the same thing last night. We’re not done being parents.”
Our adoption journeys had begun.
Bill and Kay found A.C.T.I.O.N. Adoption Services first, and began the process. Before long, I was picking up my adoption packet and application, and meeting one of my favorite people in the world, Patricia Hill, executive director of ACTION.
It’s been such a joy to watch that seven year old boy grow up these past fifteen years, and I was lucky enough to spend additional time with him when he studied piano with me for several years.
This handsome, strapping 22 year old man has just returned from Germany where he was stationed as military police with the United States Army. Shortly, he will head off to his new assignment in Texas.
Best wishes to the little boy who handed me a bag of Valentine’s cookies, fifteen years ago.
Know you are loved…