And boy it sure feels good.
Every time I tell another friend or coworker about the house selling or the house we will be moving to, I feel a glow. A smile I can't remove, a sparkle in my eyes and face that hasn't always been there. A smile that isn't a fake it 'till you make it kind of smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
Building on the changes, yesterday I called Children's Aid in the region we're moving to. A university friend of mine works there and she discreetly asked her adoption coworkers the best avenue for me to proceed and they recommended calling to let us know we were coming. It's nothing too formal, but now we're on their radar.
It was a good conversation mostly about us - who we are, where we are at mentally, emotionally, how stable our life is (well, the move is the definition of lack of stability but past that nothing is changing), what we're looking for, etc. The application package is in the mail. I felt like I had a good rapport with the social worker. Typically the worker who takes your call is assigned your case, I am hoping that is the case because I think it's a good fit. I am glad we took the PRIDE training already. I had much better answers to his questions and perspective on the intention of the question than I would have without it. From his perspective, we are seen as a more attractive potential parent because that step is already done.
It seems like a good time in my life for the song "Happy" to be played damn near everywhere. I saw this video of it on the weekend and it is so powerful to me. It's from Deaf Film Camp - Camp Mark Seven - and it's all in American Sign Language with subtitles. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.