2007: Our First Day

2007: First Day

2007: First Day

I met my son for the first time on 1 May 2007.  We only had about 20 minutes together and we were being watched by both of our social workers so it was a little weird.  I was so nervous about this meeting that I could hardly eat all day.  I was worried that when we met he would not like me.  But, when he came out to meet me the first thing that he said to me was “Can I call you dad?” and I knew that everything was going to be ok.  We spent a lot of time playing in the grass.  Part of what was funny that day is that he saw my car and wanted to see what was in my trunk.  When I opened my trunk he saw the emergency pull tab and wanted to know what it was.  After I explained it to him he asked if he could get in my trunk and pull it to get out.  I told him I didn’t think that was a good idea in front of both of our social workers – they may think I was trying to steal him!  I must admit – the first time I took him home we tried it!

The pictures on this scrapbook page are actually from the next day when we were allowed to have an hour together all by ourselves.  My son asked me if we could play baseball and he wanted to see my cowboy hat which he had seen in a picture of me before we met.  As you can tell from the design and layout – this was at the beginning of my scrapbook career.  I pretty much just used a corner cutter to round the edges and place them on the page.  I did use the grass background page to remind us of all the time spent on the grass that day, and then complimented the left hand side by using a green background page as well.

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