It was a fall day in our new neighborhood: Northeast Minneapolis. We were participating in a service project that involved picking up garbage along Central Avenue in cooperation with the Chamber of Commerce. At about 11 a.m. I (Ryan) head back to the service project headquarters, where lunch was being served. I was just about to enjoy part of my Subway sandwich when my wife burst through the door with tears streaming down her face.
She was talking on her cell phone and she yelled, "Ryan come outside right now. I need to talk with you...Ohh and it's a good thing." I was out the door before she said another word. She quickly filled me in on the details: she had received a phone call from our friends (TJ and Jeri Anne Lovett) who told her there was a 19-year-old mother in Waconia (a local suburb) who had just given birth to a baby boy and was looking for a family to adopt him.
TJ wanted to know if we would be interested in meeting the mom. We said absolutely! We were told the mother wanted to meet with us to see if we would be good candidates for her baby's parents. A meeting was scheduled for 1:30 p.m. that afternoon.
We quickly drove home, I packed for my flight to D.C. that evening and we were in the car on the way to the hospital. Arriving just in time to meet mother and grandmother in the hospital we were nervous and excited. We had a mixture of emotions - we were concerned for the mother, Samantha, but yet we were excited to see what was in store for us.
Stacy continues the story...