On a bright morning in a tiny town called Independence, Omari's giving was signed and sealed by the wavering will of man, according to his life's course written on the eternal tablets of the Book of Life. His birthparents' decision that day was not so much in question as confirming what they had already chosen as the best way to care for him and themselves. And we were there to receive him with hearts long prepared for him.
Nana drove us to Wichita.
We got packed up and checked out with the help of his nurse, fitting him properly into the carseat, and walking out with our several little bags of lotions, formula, diapers and bottles. Our case worker was there to see us off, and wish us luck, with congratulations. Pictures were taken, and we headed out across the Flint Hills to await an audience with the Judge before we could leave the state a week later.
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