Healthvues

Having talked to the birthmother last night, we felt confident exploring our world without too much fear of getting “the call” just yet. We went to Eureka Springs, AR - a very cozy and quaint little historic town that seems literally carved out of the terraced rocks that are in this part of the Ozarks. We really felt like those little porcelain figures in a Dicken’s Village set up. It seems no one throws anything away in this part of the country - they get a booth at an antique mall and wait for saps like us to come along. Most of the stuff you wouldn’t think once about, but occasionally there is an undervalued treasure of such magnitude that you just can’t pass it up. If this adoption all works, we’ll treat you all to an actual photo of said treasure, but to reveal it here would hint at the sex of the baby - so you have to wait. Sorry, Peg.

(Ed. Note: the “find” was a Maryland Terrapin cheerleader Barbie doll.)

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