In waiting in denial for my son a couple of weeks ago, a thought kept swirling around in and outside of my head. If you knew that you were going to meet a love of your life, what would you wear? 
Now, I know that this seems so shallow and self-absorbed as I look back, but guess what, at times I AM shallow and self-absorbed. I also Love clothes with a capital L. This was one of the first things to go in saving for Becken’s adoption. We have actually been saving money for 5 years, along with collecting spare change donations from friends and undergoing paid recycling efforts. All Christmas and birthday scratch was saved for this future son of our family.
While I was busy ignoring the fact that I was soon to be a mother to two, I killed time by shopping. Not for his big sister, not for him, but for me. What would I wear to the airport? These precious first photos of Becken with his parents would play out in his history for the rest of our lives. It was a big deal. I shopped, but I did not buy.
Nothing was right. What image did I want to portray? I’m ususally a jeans girl, but I knew that I would feel too casual while the photos were snapped and the video rolled. I don’t normally wear skirts either. I didn’t want to appear too “professional” either. I like to follow the trends, but also put my own stamp on any style that I choose. It was a dilemma that I fussed over for about a week, with no solution in sight.
Then I remembered a beautiful dress that my sister had worn a few weeks before to a meeting. It was gorgeous. I called her and asked if I could either borrow it or something else that might fit the bill. She brought over three dresses. One I had worn early in my last pregnancy. One was the beautiful meeting dress and the last one was a dress that I hadn’t seen before. I fell in love with it. It was totally me! She laughed when she saw the one I had picked and said that she had thought of me when she had purchased it.
To make the look mine, on Sunday I temporarily died some strands of hair black and some blue. I also painted the toenails of everyone in the house black, yes, even Chris’ to kill time and take my mind off of worrying. Just a tad bit punk to separate me from looking too much like a stereotypical stay at home mom. By the time Monday night rolled around and it was time to leave, I felt prepared to meet the 7 month love of my life.
Here is a photo of me, Ivy and Chris before we went to pick up Bec. Our last photo as a family of three.
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